Don't read this if you don't want to.
You can tell me how you think I'm beautiful, but no matter how hard you try, I likely won't believe it.
I may be perfect to you, but in my eyes, I'm the ugliest human on earth.
You can tell me I deserve the good in the world, but my mind will convince me I don't deserve happiness.
You can tell me to eat more, and maybe I will. But right after doing so, I will hate myself more.
You can tell me that not sleeping will make me hate myself, but I already hate myself.
You can tell me I'll find happiness in the future, but I'll always believe I will never get to be what I dreamed of becoming.
You can tell me my singing is amazing, but I'll always hate my voice.
You can tell me not to listen to the negativity my mind tells me, but my mind will easily convince me to listen to it.
You might be my best friend, but I will always fear that I will lose you, even if you tell me you'll never leave.
You can tell me to stand up for myself, but I'll end up holding back in fear.
You can tell me not to care about what others think, but I always will.
You can tell me I'm getting skinny, but I'll always see myself as fat.
You can tell me to take certain steps to love myself, but it won't work. (the red whale challenge didn't work after all)
You can tell me to listen to what my heart tells me, but I won't know which piece to listen to.
You can tell me I'm worth it, but I won't believe it.
