Dear body,

Dear body,
I hate you and have always hated you. I'm ashamed to own you and no matter what I do, you'll never look good. You're fat and I hate it.
Dear body,
I'm sorry that I hurt you all the time. I'm sorry that I allow you to become sick all the time because I don't want to feed you. I'm sorry that I haven't taken you out to exercise or run or play in six years because I'm ashamed of you. I'm sorry that I don't take care of you and I feel the need to escape you or shrink you down to nothing. I'm sorry that I starve and dehydrate you and every time that I attempt to nourish you, I squeeze your stomach and pinch your thighs until I throw it up. You haven't given up on me, yet I keep punishing you for keeping me alive. I'm sorry.
-Me