Jan. 14
Dear Corinne,
I hate myself. I went into the washroom and threw up, then looked at myself in the mirror: frizzy blonde hair, oily skin, big nose, crooked teeth, freckles, small boobs, big ribcage, knobby knees, big feet-
I stared at my reflection, anger started boiling under my skin, and I started yelling without even realizing it:
Me: you're ugly.
Me: you're fat and ugly and I hate you.
Me: I hate you! I hate me! I fucking HATE myself!
Me: what's wrong with me?
Me: I. HATE. YOU!
Then I grabbed my razor and popped the blade out, and stuck it into my hip. I grimaced, but kept dragging it through my skin. Then I glanced in the mirror, staring at the word UGLY carved into my body, blood dripping from the L and the Y.
And I felt numb. Then I turned the shower on as cold as it goes and forced myself to get it and stay there, until all my skin was cold and my head started to hurt.
Afterwards I crawled into bed and hid under the covers like a kid, with my flashlight.
I can't live like this anymore.
Love,
Leigh
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