Reasons:

I hate because I haven’t heard those sweet „I Love You” words in years.

I hate because people are so curious to find why I gained weight and how much.

I hate to go to classes because all the other students are thin and able to wear sexy clothes and I’m not. I hate that my family thinks the reason I don’t go often to school and this year was a bad one for my exams is just that I’m a fat and lazy person. I hate that makes me feel stupid and now idiocy is another thing I worry about, among my high weight and money problems.

I hate this depression and these death thoughts I am struggling every single moment. I hate to wake up in the morning. I can’t find a single reason to live another miserable day.

Again, I hate me because I can’t wear great clothes and I’m crying watching the ones from when I was thin and beautiful.

I hate my skin because is very dry and has red marks.

I hate my hair.

I hate my smile so I make an effort not to smile in public. Also, I hate my sad face.

I hate that I don’t have one lovable thing in myself.

I hate 101 more things that are in connection with my person. But most of all I hate that now I'm such a gloomy and covered in fear person when once I was a shinny, funny, beautiful, caring person.