stop having a body image disorder

God. It’s hard having a body image disorder. Especially confusing. People tell me everyday that I’m beautiful and NOT fat, just perfect, but I always see the extra fat I have, the pimples that are to come, the cellulite that is starting, ect. The other day, I crossed off a goal on my list of 100 things to experiance before I die. I thought it would stop my BID, too. A stranger who had never talked to be before told me I was beautiful. At that moment, I was shy but taken away by the words. I thought about what he said for 3 straight days and felt wonderful. After those days, it went back to usual. Lump here, fat there, not enough muscle definition, hair out of place, and so on. Ugh. I don’t know what to do anymore. Maybe I should live in a world without mirrors.