BDD afflicts 1 in every 50 of us, which is rather common – this means there are people in your school or workplace going through this battle right now.
Imagine truly believing that you are the ugliest person in the world. Completely despising how you look. Welcome to my world.
Most days I can't even look in the mirror, even when doing such little things such as brushing my teeth, I hate how I look every second of the day most days. Looking back, I think I have had BDD all my life. There has always been something to worry about. I have always worried about my appearance, whether that be my chubby thighs or my ski slope of a nose.
I have had various obsessions on areas of my body that I have hated for months, and sometimes it feels like the pain will never go. Some days even just having a shower and looking at my naked self in the mirror causes me to curl in a ball and just cry. Just cry for hours. I wish I didn't hate my appearance. I get so angry at myself for not being as confident as other girls, but in reality it isn't that simple anymore. This isn't just me being a shy person or not being confident enough.
I love the beach, but I can't bring myself to go as much this summer because that means wearing a bikini, and that means having to see myself. What a shit feeling. I often look in the mirror and see things that maybe truly aren't there, like huge lumps on the side of my hips, that make me look misshaped, but they seem to be there whenever I look.
I feel too ashamed to wear bikinis, tight t-shirts, crop tops, shorts, skirts – anything that could underline the fact that I am not as slim as I wish, in other words FAT. People can tell you you're beautiful, and don't be so silly as if you need to lose weight. But if you don't truly believe it yourself then it doesn't matter, nor does it help. It goes in one ear and straight out the other.
I don’t remember a time when I ever felt content or happy about my body and appearance in the recent months. Nor can I remember a time when I got dressed to go out with friends and didn't cry at least once whilst getting ready. A serious bad habit I have is comparing myself to everyone around me. In terms of figures, smiles, perfect skin and even just confidence. I am forever wishing I could be like her, or have her tiny waist or peachy arse. I wish I had her hair, her eyes. I wish I wasn't me some days. Forever feeling as if I am not good enough for anyone, because there's always a better option, of course there is. In my mind, everyone's better than me.
I used to think that the problem was that I was stupid, that I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror without feeling totally useless because I actually was useless.
I hate how many people have told me it's just my hormones and I'll get over it one day. It's not that simple. This isn't a feeling I get when I'm on my period, this is a feeling of anger and hatred I feel towards my body every single day.
I'm so physically and mentally exhausted from crying myself to sleep, or just crying in general over how I look. I just want to feel pretty, for once.