I worry that after 10 years of struggling with this (more struggles than times of victory) that I'll never win.

I hate that I'm terrified that my shirt will ride up any at all, and that on hot summer days that I'm unable to wear shorts or sleeveless shirts.

I hate that every morning when I wake up my first thought is making sure everything that needs covered is covered before I get up.

I hate that I feel like I'll never be able to beat this

I hate that something defines me so much..

Today I hate this more than normal... maybe because it's been a bad week and I feel like it's all I have to help me survive...and it's that thought right there that makes me hate it even more.