I’ve been exactly where you are @AutumnLeavesandKnittedJumpers.
wasted my 20s worrying about looks and that no man was interested in me.
Fixed my teeth and weight. Worked hard. Built a career. But never tackled my crippling self loathing and low self esteem so when I did attract men it was abusive types who could smell my lack of self love and desperation. My 30s and even very early 40s were a litany of dating disasters. I never believed I was good at my job and didn’t deserve promotions or higher pay.
A while back, whilst on a train, two young women laughed at me and called me ugly. And something clicked with me. So what. Who cares if I’m ugly? I no longer do. I wrote a thread on here about how freeing that realisation was.
And life has gotten better and better as I’ve integrated that into my life.
I am older, saggier, greyer but happier than I have ever been.
My teeth which I spent a fortune on straightening and whitening are wonky again as I didn’t care enough to keep wearing my retainers. I think they do give me character.
My hair is thinner and greyer - I bleach the grey stripes to make them more noticeable. People comment on them all the time.
My face is older but I wear bright red lipstick to attract attention to it. I think it looks cheery.
My poor old body that I’ve hated for so long is now lifting heavy weights and getting fitter than I’ve ever been. I have muscles! Me who was always a couch potato.
I am highly respected in my professional circles because I truly do not give a shit about people pleasing any more so speak my mind. People listen to my expertise and I earn more than I ever have.
And yes, believe it or not and despite the username, I met someone who could have been made for me. He - in his own words - worships the ground I walk on. He’s old and grey and a bit saggy too and had a rough go through life himself so we don’t look like loves young dream but we are obscenely happy and content with each other. I genuinely wake up every day excited to spend it with him even if the most we have planned is a trip to the super market.
But had I not dropped my baggage about my looks and ‘value’ I would never have believed anyone could love me the way he does and would never have been able to accept it.
It wasn’t the rest of the world who was rejecting me all those years. It was me rejecting me and telling the world not to bother with me. You might think you don’t say anything self deprecating to the men on apps but it will be leaking through because you are so so down on yourself.
I agree you need therapy - NHS self referral will be CBT most likely which I don’t think is enough for you. You may need to look at some private options. It’s worth the investment. Just please stay away from ‘life coaches’ who talk in toxic positivity cliches.
As a few other posters have said you also need to start being kind to yourself. Radically, intensely, overwhelmingly kind. Treat yourself as you would a tiny version of yourself. Pour the love you are looking for into yourself. It’s a cliche, but it’s true. It’s also very very hard when you are used to being your own worst enemy.
No one is going to be able to love you until you not only believe you deserve love but understand how to accept love.
Doesn’t mean you’ll never have bad days. Or have body issues. But if you can chip away day by day at the hate you have for yourself, you’ll get there.
You have a whole life ahead of you, don’t waste it hating yourself.