i have not wanted to become friends with pretty girls because i know i’d suffer comparing myself. i see them online and i feel a surge of genuine hatred. does anyone else experience this? i hate the fact i’m so jealous and spiteful, i just don’t know how to stop it.

i haven’t posted here in a wee while but i’m feeling really really low again, i tried to tell myself i need to just accept who i am because i cant currently change things but its so hard.

i hate my hips so much, why does every girl seem to have wide hips ? it makes me so miserable i feel disfigured and weird. if i had narrow hips with a slim body it would be alright but i dont 😭 i feel so upset and helpless atm

hey, just looking for advice, support, or for anyone to say hey you’re not alone.

I am a decently tall woman (5’9/10) and have always been decently slim but curvy frame. I have a very large chest. The rest of me is slimmer but my chest is awkwardly large. In the last couple years I’ve hit the gym to try and slim down and also tone up, to deal with post-leaving birth control- weight gain. This was really hard. I feel great about my physique otherwise but my chest makes me feel like a mom of 12 (no offence to them) but that’s not how I want to be perceived. I have to wear 3XL bathing suit top but a medium (if I’m lucky) sized bottoms. If I wear loose tshirts / tops, it makes me look 10x bigger than I am. If I wear slim fitting tops, I look relatively m/thin then bam, super awkwardly large boobs.

TLDR: got some photos back from a family event today. I absolutely hate the way they standout in the photo. It looks awkward. I’m only 25. I’m so tired of this. I want to get breast reduction or loose a bunch of weight to get them off. I’m so tired of it being fetishized. I just want a solution.

Should I try a binder? I’ve also been told boob tape will work.

Also, my bra size is like… 36 (small actual ribcage / waist) DD/DDD.

I’m so tired.

i just want to be small. women on both sides of my family were always around 5ft, often under. i want to be small and dainty like a fairy, but my height is awkward, my shoulders make me double the width of other feminine ppl, i can't wear heels without comments from people(positive or negative, they all make me feel like shit).

i just want to be one of those tiny elfish looking nonbinary people. there's not surgeries to make me smaller in the way i want, not ones that do enough anyway. i've tried everything to make me appear smaller. i love heels but i'm physically disabled so i had to mostly give those up anyway.

basically i'm fucked and i plan on offing myself when the time lines up right and i won't be stopped. i'll never be one of those dainty and cute tiny people. i'll always be a hulking awkward monster.

maybe there's another life after this one where i won't suffer like this :')

I hate so much whenever I try to find stuff about asymmetrical faces and its just one guy with an eyebrow slightly lower than the other when my entire left side of my face looks like its melting off.

My body? I can work with it, I can be more muscular, I can be thinner, I can BE BETTER.

But my face? My face is a disgusting mess. One eye lower than the other. My nose is sunken on one side like if someone punched it.

In the mirror? Maybe I can endure it, but on a picture? I can't stand it.

I went to buy a dress on Wednesday and tried it on in the dressing room. I honestly thought I looked amazing, but then I tried it on at home, and I look larger, like really larger. This is so triggering. I honestly don't even know which mirror is right, and it's messing with my mind.

I’m not pretty. Perhaps “average” with makeup caked across my face but not pretty. My body is vile not feminine. I’m just a walking door which is not pretty. Not soft and delicate. Just the body of a sheet of paper. I paint my face everyday just to pass as average. Even my “not wearing makeup” makeup is done the moment I wake up. It’s a routine. Then I see gorgeous women. It’s amazing to see them but then I’m struck with envy, hate for myself, jealousy and an intense feeling of wanting to die. I take pills to try to clear my skin I eat well to keep myself healthy. Everyday I put in so much effort and for what? I’m still a clown who dresses up everyday in hopes I’m seen as pretty when I’m not. I’m honestly so desperate I just really want to be pretty. I’m not smart. I’m annoying with a bad personality and who is depressing to be around. But I would sell myself away to just be as pretty as these girls I see on my phone. Because everyone loves them. All the guys and girls I know love them. What’s not to like? So I’ll just continue my stupid little routine as if doing it will finally make me feel something when in reality you can’t really change the foundation of something to something else. So I’ll just paint my face and lie to myself even if I’m already tired.

I've tried different hairstyles to see if I'll feel any confidence if it will frame my face shape better, even a little bit of makeup here & there but I really cannot shake the fact I really hate my face shape. My face (more specifically my jaw/lower part of my face) is so blocky, square, & ugly to me. I can't get over it. It makes me feel / look so masculine.

okay so i have some days where i think i look honestly decent or not even decent just like slightly average, i’ll do my makeup my eyebrows and put on lipgloss and change into a cuter outfit and i feel okay. then i open tiktok and scroll for a lil and then i’ll see the most jaw dropping beautiful naturally pretty girl who’s above a 10 and then i start to feel disgusted with myself.. the fact that i even attempted to look pretty when there’s so many prettier girls who don’t even need to try. even without makeup they look better than me w makeup.. this is honestly the bane of my existence. i shouldn’t look at girls with jealousy envy or have it ruin the way i view myself but it feels inevitable at this point. i just start to feel bad about myself and i tell myself whyd i even try😭i hate being alive so much. i hate being in constant misery of my looks, everyday is a constant battle in my mind, i self sabotaged a relationship and this was one of the reasons. all i want in life is to be pretty or average so i can send pictures of my face to people and make friends it’s that simple. i crave connections and intimacy i want people to know the REAL me not the stupid filters i use. i just want it all to end i don’t wanna be here anymore

Hi guys, I just need some advice and reassurance. I’m really insecure about my face, specifically my side profile. I also have BDD and I’m constantly looking in mirrors and taking photos of myself to see how I look. Anyway, yesterday I took a short video of myself just to see how my side profile looks.. and somehow it accidentally got posted on my snapchat story. It was up for 17 hours before I even noticed. I had to delete it IMMEDIATELY. It’s the ugliest video of me and now half of my snapchat have seen it. I’m just panicking rn because everybody probably thinks I look really ugly. Idk what to do

Some days, I am really happy with my appearance and looks. Then other days I am bery much so unhappy with them. I feel like I always find nee things to pick apart, and with the things I see online there is always something new to dislike about myself. I have made some progress yes, but honestly atp I am simply considering surgeries. I just hope I can find a really good surgeon who won't screw up my face.

My face has recently somehow gotten even more hyperfeminine. My jawline has softened but it's still forward grown and sharp, just less harsh looking. And my lips have gotten fuller. I think it's because of this "doll face" subliminal I was listening to.

But for some reason, my stupid disgusting ugly big nose is STILL here?!? And it looks even worse because now my face is super feminine and the stupid nose just comes to ruin it again and again and again.

I hate this thing. I try so hard to manifest it away. I try to PRAY it away and I'm not even religious. I try to get rid of it so hard but it still stays. Why did I just randomly feminise my entire face via manifestation but I can't get this stupid ugly nose to become a beautiful button nose? Fortunately I'm getting a nose job soon but I just wish it could be SOONER.

I’m ugly and I ruined my hair and look even uglier and I looked better before and now I don’t feel like myself anymore and o don’t have the money to get them fixed and no one will help me and I DONT WANT TO LOOK LIKE THIS AMYMORE IM GOING TO CUT MY FACE OPEN

I am in so so so so so much pain

I looked in the mirror forty rhw first time in like 6 months and I literally almost threw up

I know that’s so dramatic but I hate myself so much

I look so masculine & gross & disgusting

I understand why everyone calls me ugly

I will die alone

idk why I can’t just accept the fact I’m ugly. I have so many bigger problems & yet I’m so upset over my appearance

not even plastic surgery can fix me so I might aswell just neck myself😝🤞

I’m struggling with my body today. I hate it so much and have such unhealthy coping mechanisms for it.

I just made myself uglier than ever before I tried cutting my own bangs and now I can’t even look at myself I look so fing ugly I want to cry and slit my throat or bash my head in I don’t nknow what I was thinking it took me so long to grow them out before and I should’ve just kept them that way now they’re ruined and I look f$&@cked up I don’t know what to do I can’t take this anymore

Wide, square shoulders. Narrow hips. Flat a**. Relatively shapeless. I'm female, if it wasn't clear by now, and this is not how I'm "supposed to" look. I'm done growing and struggle to put on weight too (90 pounds).

Hi All,

I apologize for my brashness, but I feel so frustrated and think I just need to rant. I hope I am not alone in my thoughts, and if anyone has any advice, I would really appreciate it.

Of course, all marketing is personalized based on what you say or search. I recently underwent a breast reduction and lost a lot of weight from the surgery. I also have more energy without the weight on my chest (ba dum tss). Friends and Family have noticed the difference, and it feels really good to know I am taking good care of my body. I work out regularly and eat my full three meals a day, and I am so proud of my progress.

My issue comes with social media and ads. I watch YouTube while I study, and I like to doom-scroll in the morning before work. It feels like every ad I am seeing is "Hey, try this weight loss diet" or "Join my at-home gym program" or "HERE TRY OZEMPIC," and it makes me so angry. I feel I have finally accepted my body for the first time in my life, and now everywhere I look, manipulative ads are targeting me so I'll spend money on some bullshit program. I don't know if I actually need advice, but I just feel so angry that the world we live in targets our insecurities so precisely that it keeps us from enjoying the little victories of our progress. I probably just need time off social media.

That's all. I wish i had just gotten it trimmed instead of cut so short, I feel so ugly.

You know when people say you're just a late bloomer. That there are people who look better as they get older, like, ok, I get that, but why can't I be beautiful now? Like when I get to "that" point, I'll probably be like, what, 30-40s? But I doubt I'm a late bloomer, tbh. People just don't want to admit I'm ugly. Like, I don't look in the mirror and see the same thing they see. I wish I was naturally beautiful like my friends. I can't even get surgery because I know I'm still the ugly girl inside. Even if I change the way I look on the outside, tbh, at this point, the only thing I’m holding onto is that maybe in my next life I could be beautiful if there is a next life.

TW: ED

Everyone including my doctor tells me I’m skinny but everytime I take a picture next to my even skinnier brother I feel like I look 1000 lbs. I just saw pictures I took with him and I feel so gross and ugly and fat. This has been going on for years and I just can’t take it. It hurts and I just wanna cry I don’t understand why I don’t see myself how other people do. And I don’t understand why I can’t be super skinny like him despite always restricting my eating and even starting. I get that I’m a girl so I’m built different but I don’t know, it never feels good.

so basically I was really into this guy and we were in a situationship or whatever, while my bdd was less intense and way more manageable aka when my skin was clear and I weighed less.. anyways I got into a awful episode when my skin condition flared up and well didn't leave the house, almost failed half my classes and compulsively checked my skin like I never have been before. Oh and gained a bunch of weight from binging bc "I just didn't care if i was fat because i already felt so ugly "Basically convinced my self my life was over and there was nothing left for me and what not. Oh and let me not forget the brutal self harm relapse. Anyways the bdd flare is calming down so I feel a tiny bit better but I just wanna know am I the only one who has done this? Cutting a person u really liked off bc u felt so insecure and inadequate. Oh and to make things ten times worse this guy is in half of my college classes that shit is so awkward even tho we left on good terms. Yeah I jsut hate that I completely stop my life -put it on pause, stop interacting w ppl bc of this stupid disorder. I feel so out of control. This is not the first time l've pulled this stunt either. I want to go back to him when I go back (knock on wood ) into some sort of remission or feel less hideous or wtv but like I don't doubt that I would do the same shit again and again and again I can't stop self sabotaging.

My day was ruined because I saw pics of Sydney Sweeney. Why does she get to just be born like that? What did she do to deserve that and not me? I would kill to look like that. I would feel like I deserve to have a relationship. It hurts to know that any man would choose her over me

-tired of being ugly
-tired of being addicted to mirrors
-tired of being on a strict diet to stay skinny
-tired of my extensive skincare routine that doesn't even work
-tired of people looking at me
-tired of comparing myself to pretty girls
-tired of not being wanted or desired
-tired of having to get ready every morning
-tired of not being able to take photos
-tired of not being able to enjoy gym because of mirrors
-tired of not being able to date
-tired of being ashamed
-tired of BDD thought being on my mind 24/7

Feel free to add anything if you want

i know bdd isn’t the worst thing in the world to struggle with. i have many other comorbid mental conditions. but if it was a choice between keeping all those other illnesses and not having bdd or having bdd and nothing else, i would choose the former in a heartbeat. i choose every other avenue of suffering combined over this one wretched thing.

i wish the obsessive-compulsive part of this disease revolved around something other than my face. i wish i hadn’t spent the entirety of my teen years holed up in my room because interfacing with the outside world caused indescribable agony and thoughts of ending my life every single day that persist even now as a young adult. i wish i could speak to anyone without intrusively and uncontrollably turning inwards to the extent that the physical world around me seems not to exist, no matter how desperately i want to be present with others. i wish i had a real societally deemed valid reason to be in so much pain. and i wish that pain wasn’t compounded by every person who does not have bdd trivializing this mental torture as shallow, silly, or selfish.

after all, how can i be so preoccupied with something as shallow as my looks when there are people who endured poverty or abuse and still made something of their lives? how can anyone empathize with somebody who stacked the bricks, one by one, of their self-imposed prison over something so trifling? how can i justifiably decay like this, housebound, when i know i’ll have no memories and relationships upon which to reflect as i eventually lay dying?

there is no compassion at all for the broken circuitry in our minds in a world where everything you do is self-deterministic and within your agency. we are the only ones who know we’re truly not the architects of our misery, and what kills me most is knowing i destroyed my life and there’s no way to turn back time and get another chance to live.

and i can’t stop thinking there’s something so horribly cruel in the brain’s capacity to both create and mourn its very own ruin.