Life sucks

They don't understand what it's like to walk around and feel discussing. I don't want to be in public, because I don't want to face the humiliation of people seeing how my face is concealed by acne. How my body consists of fat, and my hair is uncontrollable due to the poof the propels its way into space. I wish I was born as someone else. Someone who has nothing to complain about. Someone that can eat  healthy and not gain weight or exercise and lose weight. Not someone who gains 5 pounds when they eat a salad, or can never lose weight no matter how many miles are worn on a track of black decay. I just want all my problems to go away. I want to be able to walk into a room and feel comfortable in my jeans and plain white tee. Instead I look like you stuffed a hippo into a corset. If you can imagine your worst nightmare, that place you never want to see. Then you know how I feel. That isn't even a single part of it though. It's not just my weight and my unbearable acne. It's simply the way I feel whenever I see beautiful people. Beautiful as in people who have the most unbelievable confidence and are completely fine with the way they look in clothes. The ones that don't have to wear makeup to feel gorgeous. I want that type of life, but I guess you have to dress for the life you want to lead. So I should probably make some changes because I don't want to be the fat girl with acne anymore.