Weak and hopeless

I hate myself for being who I am. For not being capable. For not being better. For not being thinner. I hate it. So many things I could have done with my life both good and bad..So many experiences we could have had, but we have lived in fear. I hate that life has turned out this way and I am who I am. I want to hurt myself for being weak and vulnerable. For not being able to stand up for myself and be stronger. We feel so weak and a failure. Hate, hate who we are, weak and helpless.