No matter how hard I've tried I could never seem to love myself. No boys walked or looked my way ever. My friends were the ones in happy relationships or could get or have the boys of their dream while I was stuck all alone hating my body and looks. Why couldn't I love myself? Why was I inflicting pain on just myself, putting myself down? Why was I the only one hurting and crying every time I looked in the mirror? I don't know when the hatred for myself started but once it did I couldn't escape it. Here I was all alone on a park bench crying my eyes out silently as best as I could, the more I thought about myself and my shameful body the more I became upset. I promise I've tried everything including trying to lose weight but it's hard sticking to a diet. I've even started a plan were I can go to the gym and work out but nothing seems to be changing, I just want to be happy. Sniffing I wipe the back of my hand against my cheeks harshly wiping the tears away. Feeling the empty spot next to me I come across firm thighs, gasping I remove my hands quickly and look up into dark brown eyes.
"I'm s-so sorry." I say as he softly stared at me.
"Why are you crying?" Scooting over closer to me he continued to stare at me making me feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Huh?" Not hearing a word he said I turn my eyes away from his and look down at my shoes.
