I found a bunch of pictures from when I was in high school, my junior year, I think, so I was done trying to starve myself to death or otherwise try in some wimpy manner to commit suicide, and I was not yet being full-scaled stalked. But I was moping around the world convinced that I was fat, ugly, and unloveable.
If I had known then how hot I was, I would have given up on that whole “virgin until I’m married” nonsense at 16. Look at those legs! Look at those lips! What a waste of a perfectly fun body! Damn you, Dad, for befriending all my guy friends and making them unwilling to corrupt me.