Icky. Yucky. Ucky.

I’m so uncomfortable in my skin. I hate my body. I hate the way I talk. I hate my height and weight. I also have no motivation to change it. My body constantly aches for certain diagnoses that are lame. Woe is me, I know. I get a lot of compliments on my body/looks/smarts but I don’t feel it. Compliments make me uncomfortable. They make my skin crawl. I want to be confident and comfortable. I’m drained. I’m burnt out. I’m exhausted.