I was never the butt end of the ugly jokes but i've always had my fair share of the-dun dun dun-fat jokes. I was fortunate enough to obtain the "awesome" gene my family seems to carry and pass on. Though, I was the "cool fat girl" I was never the "cool fat girl with a boyfriend". I never let that bother me, because I always had my writing and music to keep me occupied.
I'm now 22 years old, and i've lost all the weight (no need for an applause

) I am now completely satisfied with the way I look. When I go out in my flashy threads, guys can't help but drool from their mouth. Hey, after 21 years of being miserable I deserve to gloat, right?
Well, my problem is this...My body is disgusting. When I bare my flesh I can't even look without being disgusted. I was fat for 21 years, I didn't expect my body to start off on a clean slate (but mr. Devil if you're reading this, I have a deal for you) but I would never in my wildest dreams fathom I would be left with this body. I have stretch-marks galore. I can't wear things that I would like to wear, i.E., haulter tops, cropped jackets, and bikinnis. I lost my weight out of pure vain resons, not healthy, I admit it.
I'm still a virgin, and I haven't kissed a guy since I was about 16 (a one time afair). Believe me, i'm not a virgin out of any religious or moral reasons. If I could have my way with a man, I would. I'm just very insecure about my body; it's revolting. I'm pretty sure I could make a man go blind!
I feel i'm doomed to live a pathetic and lonely life. It makes me just want to go snack on some cookies and gain the weight back. What's the point of looking good with clothes on and once you disrobe you're a complete beast?
Any advice on how I can cope or should I pack my bags and start heading down lonely way?