It's not you, it's me

I wish you could understand that, you say you do, but do you really?

I know you have needs, I wish I could something about it, but I can't. I'm unhappy with myself, the way I look. Why would you want to have sex with someone who looks like me? It's not that sex is painful, we did find a way to relieve that, but my body is embarrassing. You say you love me no matter what and I hear you literally but my mind has a hard time believing that.

You say you're unhappy and I'm so afraid that I'm going to lose you because of my problem. I don't know what else to do. My problem is now starting to become a personal problem for you with starting to question you sexual tendancies. Please, please understand. I may seem like I'm the cool headed one in the family but deep down inside I'm hurting and aching with the way I feel about me. I cry when you're not around because I want to be the one who shows nothing bothers me.