Destructive Thoughts That I, and Most Women, Have Throughout the Day

Real, raw, and horrifying.

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I hate my body.

I hate my body.

I hate my body.

Why am I so fat?

I’m eating healthy and exercising, why haven’t I lost tons of weight yet?

Does my husband still find me attractive?

Why don’t I look like I did in university?

I hate my body.

My hair looks like garbage.

This shirt makes me look mannish.

Fuck, I’m a fat piece of garbage.

Ew, my skin looks disgusting and puffy today.

Can I fit into that dress I love?

I don’t look like that ‘fat’ woman. I’m way bigger than she is. Does that mean I’m super fat?

Do people still think I look okay?

Do they even find me attractive?

Am I attractive?

Does it matter?

I love myself. I’m amazing!

Hell yah, feeling good.

Ugh, my fat rolls are out in full force.

All I’ll be able to wear from now until the end of time is sweatpants.

I hate my body.

I hate my body.

I hate my body.