I hate the big belly, the swelling nose and the huge breasts.
I hate all the outfits that I wear.
I hate that I easily get tired.
I hate looking in the mirror. I hate it all.

I hate that every inch in this place is created of hate and dispute, not love.
I hate that I had to spend hours in a place where I'm hated and not wanted.
I hate that I'm living in comparison, that I'm being monitored, that I'm being disliked for no good enough reason.

I hate that I'm supposed to be rational, when I'm not in a physical or hormonal condition that would allow for that. I hate that I'm weak, tearful and patient. I hate that I'm unforgiving. I hate that I'm approaching a responsibility that I know I'm not up to.

I hate it.