I just can't seem to put on weight. If I exercise regularly and add muscles: Nope. If I try to eat more I end up failing. If by the grace of god I do succeed in eating more, my metabolism won't have any of it. Dropped from 54 to 53kg. Stupid genetics....=w=

My body image is one of the few things I've failed to tackle about myself that I hate and my weight is directly connected to that, as well as my health, obviously. I've moved past a lot: I don't cut myself anymore, I don't have nightmares about my ex anymore and for what it's...

worth, despite the fact I still don't understand at all what people see in me physically/my personality to warrant compliments, I don't actively hate myself anymore. I know there's good things about myself. But my weight is still one I struggle with because despite all the effort

I've never been able to do anything about it. I try not to air my own issues too much, because I used to do it in the most counter-productive and attention-seeking way possible, but this is something I struggle with and being totally silent on it is the other extreme which is

Just as unhealthy.

Anyway, this thread ran way too long. There are bigger issues in the world. I'm just angry every effort made equates to a step backwards.