The first time I felt a hatred for myself was 6^th grade field day. I wore shorts that were too short and small and no one else was wearing short shorts. My friend marissa said to this cute kid in the class “HEY do you like lilly’s short shorts?!!” like in a joking way. And I remember getting really embarrassed and looking at my legs and being like “ew why would he like these their so gross” and that’s when it started. Ever since then ive looked in the mirror and pointed out flaws.

I handled it by eating all I could and stuffing my face and over eating and binging all the time  and not exercising and being lazy, but that whole time I was really upset with how I looked but didn’t know what to do to change it or improve my self image.

About to head to the gym :)

Wish me luckkkkkk