voice I know you're right, of course I do. And no, I wouldn't be able to categorise anyone as loveable or unloveable based on looks alone. Of coure I wouldn't
I just can't really explain it.
I think that when I look at myself and all I can see are the flaws and the imperfections. I don't have an issue with my hair greying. I dye it, but it doesn't 'bother' me. I do have a few stretch marks on my thighs, but they are faded and silvery and very old, but they don't bother me either. Never really have done. I have a C-section scar and that doesn't bother me either.
But I look at my thighs and my bum and my tummy and they don't look like they 'should'. I just can't imagine how anyone would/could look at me and fancy me or find me physically attractive on any level. All I can feel is a complete sense of revulsion.
And my face isn't pretty enough. I don't think I'm 'ugly' anymore but I certainly don't ever think I'm pretty enough to deserve someone.
I think if I'd been loved by my parents, then I would at least know it was possible and I'd be more likely to think I'd just not met the right person yet, or whatever. But I think that because they didn't love me, what I'm looking for is proof that it is possible. I've probably made poor choices in men, because I thought so little of myself, and they just confirmed what I felt I already knew.
I'm now 39 and I seperated from my husband 19 months ago. I just feel like there are so many years of not being loved behind me, I'm not sure I'd be able to handle it anyway now.
And it's not even about being loved. It's even just as fundamental as not being attractive enough for someone to be genuinely attracted to me to want to have a relationship in the first place. All this talk of love is really rather academic.
I'm going to bed, I think, for an early night. I've exhausted myself with all the overthinking 