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Did I mention that I don't like myself?

Did I mention that although I hold self-worth and high morals, I beat myself up for being a horrible person to my mother?

Did I mention that I've gained almost ten pounds, all in my stomach? That now I look as if I'm four months pregnant? The worst part is it's a firm fatness, like a man's beer gut, so it REALLY looks like a fetus. I suck it in but it's not burning the fat, it's just building muscle UNDERNEATH it.

Oh yes, and did I mention? My entire bum has cellulite. I can grab fistfuls of fat from my back. My hips are square. I have more body hair than the average male.

So here's what I say.

I'm so incredibly sorry that I'm not perfect.

I'm sorry I have acne, especially back acne.

I'm sorry I don't wax or shave off my whole body.

I'm sorry that I don't have flawless, smooth, perfect skin that hugs my skeleton so healthy and beautifully.

I'm sorry I don't have a tiny waist and round hips and cleavage to bury your face in.

I'm sorry I'm not weak-spirited and insecure enough to throw myself at you when I already have a boyfriend.

I'm sorry I'm not a slut.

I'm sorry I don't have a style, or at least not one suitable or acceptable enough for you.

But most of all... I'm sorry that I have to be all of these things in order to get any positive attention from you. I'm sorry that you expect me to put on a show for you.

Well you know what?

[******** you.