It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.
I know that hate is a strong word. I don't hate myself but I dislike a lot of things. I know that I have family that love me, but what about my friends? I'm really short I know that, but clothes that don't fit right make me feel fat. With our society all messed up how am I supposed to love myself and be confident?