(Un)confident
**_Tw: body dysmorphia, possible ed_**
_Okay, this isn't like fully the prompt, but I feel like it sorta fits._
I put on a dress that doesn't quite fit me right; doesn't quite hug my body the way my other clothes do.
All of the sudden it's 2021 again.
I hate my body, hate how much I weigh. I hate the way I look in the mirror, hate how some stores don't carry my size in person.
I tug the dress backwards to show off the body that i'm still insecure of; but at least I'm not as fat as I was.
I was never confident, never thought I was worth anything.
I used to wear two piece bathing suits as a young kid. Once I hit a certain age I only wore things that covered my stomach, never wanted anything shorter than that.
I didn't touch a two piece bathing suit again until I was 14.
Until I figured out how to swim while still sucking my stomach in. How to pick at my food until it looked like I ate enough to excuse myself. How to skip lunches at school without people being worried.
*How to lose weight fast.*
I googled that night after night.
I tried every little thing the websites told me.
I participated in gym class more than I ever would've, pushing myself to the limit.
Because I just wanted to be thin.
I just wanted to be pretty.
I'll never be as skinny as the people I walk past on the street.
I've lost 30 pounds in the past two years and it's still not enough.
Picking out sizes in the store I pray that I fit into a small; Obviously I don't but I hope. I wish.
Even wearing a medium feels too much.
I hate cameras.
I hate the way every picture of me looks awful, the way my family mocks me.
I hate the way I was made to be insecure.
I have nothing to be insecure about.
But I was raised to feel that I was fat; that I was ugly; that I could always eat less.
And when my mom accuses me of having an eating disorder, all I want is to scream:
It's your fault.