Having legitimate body dysmorphia is pretty fucked. I'm objectively in good shape, I know this on a logical level, but thats not how I see myself and it fucking blows.
I look in the mirror and see a fat pig on minute, then think I'm too small, then think maybe I'm too big and it just goes on and on.
I have some some clothes that are well fitted and accentuate my physique in a nice way, but I'm so self conscious I almost never wear them unless I've got a baggy ass hoody to put on to hide myself away. Even when it's like 100+ outside. Most of the time though it's baggy as fuck clothes that I can shield myself in because "oh gee, what if this random person/coworker thinks I look fat" or whatever.
I know i should get help in therapy or something but what's the point? What could a shrink tell me that I don't already know? I know none of what I think about my body is true, I don't compare myself to others in terms of looks/build, I'm well aware that if anyone is looking at me they aren't thinking the negative things about me that I do and even if they are it literally doesn't matter, I know it stems from having been fat and then being very skinny when I was younger before getting "big" etc.
It's a weird little personal hell that I don't really see any actual fix or cope for. Thankfully though it doesn't result in me doing anything physically damaging/harmful. Just a lot of time in the mirror hyper analyzing and over critiquing myself.
Idk, shits weird guys.