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Feb. 9th, 2003 01:29 amI hate the way I often feel about myself. I really do. I hate spending an evening depressed and alone. I am not whining about this for sympathy. I am not saying that I want people to come cheer me up because that just leaves me feeling more depressed. I am venting. I am saying that I hate society for telling me that because my body carries some extra weight, because I am not a 32 waist, because I, despite diet and exercise changes, have never ever been anything but overweight, for those reasons, that I am a less worthy person. And I hate that people (including myself somewhat) have bought into that so much that I have spent the vast majority of my adult life single. Nobody gives me second glances and I hate that. I hate that. I hate it so much that I just want to hurt those who have dismissed me. I hate that even though I am intelligent, funny, caring and talented, because I am fat, people overlook me as a romantic partner. And I end up spending the evening depressed after seeing myself in the mirror. I hate that so much.