‘Am I prettier than her? Is she thinner than me?’ I’d stare at them working out and feel so much hatred for myself. But who cares if someone is skinnier than I am, or heavier than I am? I hate myself for the reassurance I feel when I see someone heavier than me. And this looking at women’s faces, trying to see if they are prettier than me or not. I normally never bother to look at other people in the first place, I just put on my glasses and do my own thing on the treadmill. Otherwise, I’m looking down at them, judging them as being less than me. So I began to think, why was I trying to
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