Imperfect One Poem by stacey ann

I wish i could accept my imperfections.
I try but whenever someone comments my weight weather ive gained or loose. I begin to question their interpretations. Are they really saying im fat, ugly, and stupid? Just once i wish i could be okay with not looking perfect, because when im not i feel worthless and useless. People say 'thin is in' if only it weren't true. The more i try to loose the more im not good enough or ill never measure up that i feel. I set unrealistic goals for me. I gotta loose five pounds by the end of the week if not ten. Then when i loose them my 'goal' starts up again.
The comments people make dont help as soon as i wanna quit one weight gain comment takes me back to square one. I cant stop.
I guess ill waste away. I hate the person ive become.