Ugly.
I feel like the way I look that gives people enough of a reason to attack me in some form or another. Whether that be through insults, sexual harassment or physical assault. I have had someone deny my SA because “I wasn’t attractive enough”, completely ignoring the fact that most abusers don’t care what you look like, that they’re only focused on their own self gratification. Anyone can be a victim but they refused to believe that. I’ve been told I “look schizophrenic, autistic, and the R slur” by multiple different people in my life. The one I got the most was looking schizophrenic and while they’re not wrong it still hurts to hear. I can understand what they meant by it because often times I’m disheveled due to a lack of motivation for self care but the other ones I still don’t understand to this day. There’s no “look” to autism or cognitive impairments. Maybe the one guy meant something else by the r slur but idk what the fuck that would be
But due to countless times being harassed over my appearance I’ve really grown to hate myself. I know I was never attractive but now I hate the way I look more than ever. It’s sometimes the only thing I can think about. It’s eating away at me and clawing its way into all aspects of my life. I feel like I’m undeserving of a partner, I refuse to go out, I’m terrified to get a job, I have trouble connecting with others, expressing my emotions, talking to people.
I feel like I’m so profoundly ugly that I don’t deserve to be happy or exist. I hate my fat arms, wide frame, double chin (with a bonus benign tumor on it yay), asymmetrical face, sparse eyebrows, flat chest, posture issues due to spinal deformities, and the birthmarks on my face. I’ve developed an eating disorder as a result of these feelings.
I wish I could be someone else. I hate looking in the mirror. People either look at me with disgust and repulsion or they intend to hurt me in some way to try to bring me down. I wish someone would look at me and see me for who I am as a person, rather than someone who doesn’t meet societal expectations of attractiveness. I’ll never know the feeling of being seen with adoration and love. I’ll only know the cold hateful gazes of the masses. Life doesn’t feel worth living