My Mom Thinks I'm Depressed Because I Don't Have a Boyfriend

Let's be real here. That isn't why I'm depressed. I'm depressed because I'm unhappy with myself and because I hate myself; not because I don't have a boyfriend. I accepted the fact long ago that I'm going to die alone and that I'm never going to have a boyfriend again. Because, come on, what guy wants to date a fat, ugly girl with a kid? None that I know of. So I just accepted it. She then proceeds to tell me I need to stop being depressed and that I'm being selfish. Like what. You can't just tell someone who has been depressed for eleven years to just stop. Sorry mom, it doesn't work that way. Like shout out to me for being a year and a half clean from self harming myself...like doesn't that matter? She thinks everything I do is for attention. I just...no. This was just a blog for me to vent about my mom's ignorance...no big deal.