Mentally bruised.

Im not pretty, im just ordinary. Im not tall and slender, im fat and stubby. Im not smart, probably can consider as dumb as well. But thats not what i want right? People have been picking on my body size. Its kind of hurtful. I dont know until when only i can stop to care how people look at me. Yes. Im not confident at all. No one seems to accept who am I. I helped my friends with all I can. Hoping one day, when im in trouble someone will thought of helping me too. I believe that, if you do good to people, people will treat you the same way one day. Is it because im not grateful enough? I know someone else out there suffers more than I do. Im sorry to be greedy. I want to be pampered. I love to be loved. I dont like to be abandoned. Like how everyone did to me.