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I don't hate the people around me or my fur babies...

I hate my body, how it doesn't work the way it should and that I live in constant pain.

I hate my job. how burnt out I am and how I can't afford to live off the tiny income I get from it. I hate how my job security relies off some of the worst times in peoples lives.

I hate the town I live in and resent my dad for having moved us here....and the fact that I have such a fear of living too far away from my parents. I could take off and go but I want to be here as they age. I want to be here when the inevitable happens...

I hate that I was born into a world that's falling apart. A world where being skinny, rich, and beautiful leads to better things while being a fat, poor, woman of color means having to work twice as hard for a fraction of the "reward."

I hate that there doesn't seem to be an escape from this cycle of self loathing. I can't afford therapy. I can't seem able to find out what's wrong with my body despite seeing so many doctors. Even if I wanted to move away, i couldn't afford it.

I hate that I sound like a whiney cry baby.