A Look Into My Mind

I hate my face, my body, my lips, the way I sound, the way I take things; I just hate me. All my life, my friends have always said I'm "beautiful" and yet they tell me all of my flaws; my lips are too small, my feet are too wide, my face looks weird, my hair has split ends, they even tell me my breasts are big but they look weird. Why do they want me to know everything that they don't like? I HATE THIS! When will they understand that I don't wanna know what everyone else hates about me? I never have wanted to and I never will. I can't stand this anymore! I mean, I guess it is in huaman nature to look for the imperfections in everything but still, that does not make it okay at all to point them out.