Body Issues?

I actually hate my body... I weigh 126 and I'm 4'11 in 8 grade. I look around and see everyone wishing I could be her. Today I came home and I even thought about throwing up... I almost did it too. I just want to change hope I look so bad.

I think my body is fine, and wouldn't trade it in for any other. It's my face that I actually have a problem with, but I know that worrying about spots and make up and just thinking about not looking as beautiful as the people around me could lead to damaging consequences. I don't want to have issues with my body, so I try as hard as possible to just fight off those thoughts.

I don't have a problem with my body type, and I'm not overly self-conscious when it comes to my weight because I put so much effort into living a healthy life and I love exercising, but I feel like everyone around me just sees me as the chubby girl Like, I've accepted the fact that I'm built more like Kat Dennings than Kate Moss, and I know that I can't change the way that my body carries weight, but I feel like everyone else has a problem with it.

I feel like I'm more self-conscious about my nose and my skin tone than my weight, just because in school and stuff (and even now), that's what people have always picked on me about. The only thing I know I want to change is my nose. I'd want to get the like, Jew hump in it shaved down so that my nose is straight 'cause I can't stand catching a glimpse of myself in profile

I'll come straight out and say it, I'm fat. Not like a, "I'm not small enough" issue, it's more of an, "I'm over 200 pounds" issue. But I've grown more comfortable with my body than before. From kindergarten to fourth grade, I was bullied a lot for my weight, and I was always wishing I could be skinnier which is pretty messed up for someone to think at that age... From fifth to sixth grade, I became a bit more comfortable with myself. Then in seventh grade, I tried something I wish I never did.... I'd rather not go into details, but I kicked the habit.

In the past year or so, I became super comfortable with my body. Sure, I'm not thin. I can't crowdsurf at concerts, and I can't run a mile in 10 minutes. But it's my body, and not anybody else's. However, my weight is posing a threat to my health (my family has a history of diabetes), so I am now changing my lifestyle. I've already lost five pounds in three weeks, and I'm so happy~

It's funny how much you learn about people because of your body. I mean, I've found thin girls who think I'm inspirational because I'm comfortable with myself, and I've found a group of people at my school who think fat people are "useless and a burden to society." One of them even insisted on making a law about how much a person should weigh at a specific age, height and gender. Like my chunky thighs are distracting them from their school work or something!

If we're talking about insecurities, my acne brings me down. And it sounds weird, but one of my friends pointed out that I have stubby fingers, so now I'm constantly hiding my hands in my sleeves and stuff. Now that I think about it, it's a ridiculous little insecurity! xD

I am very overweight. I ain't gonna go into specifics because I don't know my weight but I'm between a size 24-26 in the UK clothes market.

I do want to lose some weight to get to something more comfortable because it is starting to fuck me over healthwise. But what I've noticed is that whilst I go thorough fluctuations of how much I eat, I seem to eat a LOT more when I'm anxious or worried or stressed...which...is a lot of the time, actually. Whenever I have to do something stressful, I tend to reward myself with a shitload of chocolate or ice cream. It's bad conditioning, alright.

Now, the trouble is within this mess, I'm also not getting a lot of exercise. Gyms are too expensive and the thought of trying to do exercise with other people watching in the room is...no.

I just feel kinda lost with it all. I want to have a healthy diet and do more exercise and have a healthy weight but it takes very little for me to give it up. A lot of work to do, someone taking the piss out of me, an unexpected bill...

I think, I might be wrong here, that I first need to deal with my anxiety issues first. To change what I'm eating to healthier stuff isn't difficult per se, it's being able to cope with some minor stress without freaking the fuck out and then eating and watching some crappy TV as a way to soothe myself.

I'm not gonna lie. I also want to lose weight (there are bigger problems but apparently, the thing is aggravated by being overweight so FUN) so I can try and find a relationship with someone. I feel...lonely. So fucking lonely. And it's hard enough trying to find someone who is intelligent and into video games and is a woman and lives in my country (I mean, jesus, there's so many people I've met online I would ask out in a heartbeat but they live so far away and aren't really looking for an online relationship so...) but say I found that person and they see me and...

You know what I mean?

I'm really hoping the thoughts don't start coming back. I've always hated my body, but I was actually starting to get better for a while. I was at a healthy weight and actually thought I looked good. But for the past few weeks, I've been seeing myself as a fat fifteen-year-old. No matter how much I exercise or cut back on calories, I always see myself as fat. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm starting to think that I'll never get better

I always am self concsious about myself... in public, with friends, with family (only because they constantly look at my flaws). It has made me a social outcast all my life but this is my first year where I have made a friend and they have around the same problems as I do. But still I sometimes dread looking in the mirror and other times it haunts me. I don't want to look but I have to. I've tried diets, binging, cutting, it doesn't work. Some people would say I should get help... but with my family... help is not an option. I reach out to all those who feel too much of something on or in their bodies. It'll be alright someday... that day just hasn't come yet... apareantly the day is a little delayed.

@ Chaos Walking
I have that problem too... I always feel ashamed to look at people in the face because I don't want them to see mine. Don't worry you are not over reacting... the thoughts are very hard to fight but don't worry. Their are always people who have thoughts akin to yours.

I'm 5'2'' and weight around 120 lbs, a lot of people consider that overweight. I get called fat all the time, even though my stomach is flat. I just happen to have big thighs and a big ass. I used to be okay with my curves but having everyone call me a fat cow all the time, I'm beggining to believe it :(

I'm an incredibly self-conscious person and I absolutely hate almost everything about myself, and that includes hating my weight. I'm about 5'3" and around 184 pounds. By medical standards, I'm not just overweight but I'm also obese. I was teased a lot in school, I was always the fat girl that everyone targeted. I was heavier than most people in my middle and high schools so I was often targeted for being fat and it's brought my self-esteem down a lot. Even now that I'm out of high school, I've still overheard strangers laughing at me or gossiping about how fat I look. It's made me despise eating in public and I do by best to avoid eating when I'm out of my house. At this point, I'd much rather go hungry until I get home than eat in public.

I have no confidence in myself. I can barely even look in the mirror anymore because I hate the thing I see staring back so much. I do my best to avoid looking in mirrors because I don't want to see myself. I can see every possible flaw I have and fail to see anything good about the way I look. I know I'm fat. I know I'm not people's definition of "pretty" and I know that probably no one will ever find me pretty as long as I'm as fat as I currently am. I know that I'm just all around a hideous person and I know a lot of people agree with that when they see me.

I hate my body. I'm just so fat and so ugly. When I look in the mirror I want to punch it. I feel sick when I see myself in the mirror. Full length mirrors piss me off more because they only remind me of how fat and worthless I am.

@ Airi.
Btw you're beautiful.

I need to lose weight but I don't really have problems wiht my body. Jk I hate my stomach, fat fucking thighs, flat ass, flabby arms and lovehandels. Hello running shoes.

I just need some light. He helps to distract me, but when we don't talk the thoughts come back. I hate myself :(

I used to be where I hate my weight, my face, everything. I was bullied for four years, and I was called a fat cow, a hippo, etc. and I was told I looked like a man. I hated myself so much and at times, I did want to just die.

But thing is, I got to the point to where I am okay with how I am. I'm in no rush to lose weight. Yes, I'm a size 16-18 by American standards, and I can e considered overweight. But when I look in my mirror, I see a pretty, curvy girl who just happens to have a big ass. I can deal with that, and I'm in no rush to lose weight. If it happens, it happens. But it doesn't hurt that I have a guy who's totally okay with the way I look.

I envy all of you that are perfectly content with your figures.

I've hated the way I looked since I was in elementary school. Growing up, I was always very self-conscious and in middle school, some guys that I knew would always pick on me and call me fat. I never cared for them anyway, so their words didn't faze me. However, the way I felt about myself was what I was stuck on.

You know, it's so easy to tell people to accept themselves and to love their bodies, but it's hard to love something that you've depised for so long. Every day, before I get in the shower, I always poke and prod and roughly grab my stomach or my arms or my thighs and I am just so disgusted with what I see. Sure I have days where I like myself, but that doesn't last very long.

My repulsion has gotten so out of hand. I don't mean to, but sometimes I'll just sit down and eat anything and everything because it's there and because I want it. And then afterwards, when I'm sitting there feeling gross and guilty for eating so much food, I get rid of it. Sometimes, I can't help it.

I'm honestly trying to get better, though. Maybe someday I'll truly love my body.

I used to put myself down a lot because of my weight, but I honestly hate telling people how fat I truly do look because the more I say it the more I believe it.

I'm not necessarily fat. I'm just over 10 pounds of what I should be, but with my parents always calling me fat, I guess it really messed me up. I've been taking dance classes since last year and lost a lot of that weight.

Now I obsess about losing all the fat I have which isn't really good.

Before pregnancy, I always felt bad about my body, even being 5'0, 105lbs and a size 3. My parents always told me I was fat, or I was gonna be fat. So everytime I'd look in the mirror, I'd see fat. Now that I'm nearly 7 months pregnant, I give no fucks.

Right, I weigh a HELL of a lot (17 stone exactly) and although I'm not fat, it sucks to weigh so much.

I've been running for about 2 months and done over 55km in total (Not a lot but with my weight it causes a HUGE amount of strain on my body) and I've not lost the tiniest scrap of weight, it really sucks because when I do run, I run a mile at a time at a pretty fast speed, so it's a really hard and strong workout.

It's starting to feel like I'm wasting my time.

I've been overweight for as long as I can remember. I've never been slim, always that little bit chubby. I hated my body and my confidence sucked. It's only recently that I have realised that 4 years ago, I wasn't actually fat. Sure, like I said, a little chubby, but actually in pretty good health. I'm not sure how much I weighed then, but 4 years on, I'm now borderline 15 stone. I'm 5'6'' and a size 16 (UK). I can see now that I am fat. I would give anything to be the weight I was, but I really am struggling. I try to change my eating habits, but it's easier said than done. I know I need to get back to a healthy size and feel confident in myself. I just need to push myself. The only way it's gonna happen is with extremely strict rules, because I am far too soft with myself.