Sometimes I hate my body.
Sometimes I hate my body more than I ever thought possible.
I am told that all girls go through a phase of hating their bodies; that they feel too tall, too short, too fat, too busty, too small-chested. Society tells me that all women compare themselves, causing a hatred.
My hate is not like this.
I hate my body because my body hates me.
It's mutual.
It's not consensual.
My body hates itself and therefore attacks itself.
It attacks my fingers, my arms, my feet, my knees, hips, shoulders, jaw, kidneys, eyes.
It hates itself. So tries to destroy itself.
Sometimes I'm okay and sometimes I let it get to me.
It infects me, like it infects my body.
But I fight against it.
Sometimes I win and sometimes I lose. But I try.