That's how I saw myself.
All I'd ever been told was that I was fat and needed to lose weight and when you've been told that long enough you believe it. I had no friends, no confidant, no value, and no worth. I wore black all the time to camouflage what I thought was wrong with my body but I also wore it because it fit my mood. I was emotionally scarred as you can imagine. I could preach the word of God, break it down and explain it for you at a young age. I knew the word of God told us that he didn't judge us on our outside, our body, our wealth, our status, our color.... it was our heart he's concerned about but the walls I surrounded myself with were high and they were defended and no one attempted to break them down.
Every rip in a pair of pantyhose, every unsuccessful trip to buy clothes or shoes was another sign that I was never meant to look good in anything. I was sure that God had definitely made a mistake the day he made me.