Arachnomania

I am loveable. Worthy. Attractive, kind.

Taking care of my mind

Taking care of my body

My soul and spirit

My lungs

My teeth

I am insecure about my body, mainly the fat and how it ruins everything about my appearance. I’m convinced I’ll never be sexually attractive to anyone because I look like this. I would pay anything to just suck the fat right out of my body. Maybe I’ll love myself then.

I’m paranoid that I am unwanted and unlovable due to my insecurities being the main factor turning people away. They can see them too, and they are disgusted by it. The few dark hairs that grow under my chin, how thick my back fat is, the way my lower lip curls and jutts.

All I want is to be comfortable in my body. To feel at peace. When I feel accepted by another, the doubt leaves my mind, yet, once left alone, my mind tells me that I am revolting.