Breakdowns in store dressing rooms because being surrounding by so many unflattering angles of yourself is too much.

Avoiding the magazines at the cashier because you will never look like that, and that's what perfection is.

Staring at yourself in the mirror until everything looks like a mistake.

Spending hours in the morning and the night before making sure you can cover as many flaws as possible.

Wondering why nothing fits right on you. Ever.

The laughter you hear behind your back whenever you walk by a big group.

The names.

Comparing yourself to literally anyone and everyone around you. If only you had that one trait, maybe you'd feel beautiful.

When people ask you how much you weigh but you remember triple digits on the scale scare the hell out of you, so you'd rather not know.

Maybe makeup will help?

Feeling like no one will ever love you because of your looks.