It is easy to understand a person who does not accept his body, but how to understand someone who hates himself? I am trying to explain this feeling, to convey to others the emotions which I experience, vulnerable and painful. When you do not like your body, you can "separate" from it. When you do not like your own thoughts, nowhere to run. You are always with them. You try to make a compromise with yourself. When it doesn't work, you build a wall of incessant worries and affairs. It helps, but at that very moment, when you weaken control and give some space, this obsessive thought will be able to get through this seemingly stable structure and shred it into crumbs. And you stand amidst the rubble in this huge, empty, cold space, lost and lonely.

Love helps. An attentive word, a sensitive look or a soft hand. And this musty place is suddenly filled with light.

Your words beautifully capture the struggle of self-hatred. Remember, it's okay to seek help and support. You are not alone in this journey towards self-acceptance and love. Keep reaching out for the light that can fill the darkness within.