—How does one live with oneself when they hate themselves.—

Today I overate. Again. For the second time this week and it's only Tuesday. I hate myself more everyday. I think the hate brings up some deep shit in myself because I've been feeling pretty down lately.
I have a desire for someone to love me. I want someone to hold my hand and kiss my lips. The thing though is that nobody likes me like that. I've been told that people liked me when I was younger. When I was skinnier. Maybe I have to become skinnier again to be liked. Maybe then someone will love me.