So I had depression, long-lasting, thick depression and I came to this place where the first thing someone does is body-shame me really harshly. I have really fast metabolism so I've been very thin since I was born, now after several months of throwing up because of my anxiety every morning, I'm even thinner than ever. The person knew that, and knew that I gained weith and felt comfortable with my own body, but they just had to make some really harsh and mean comments about it. I was wearing shorts and a tank top and immediately I ran inside promising myself to never wear anything which would leave any part of my body uncovered, shaking and I went through a panic attack I'd rather not talk about. I spent a lot of time shaking and crying and the next day, the first thing that happened when I went outside was that a drunk guy pinched my bottom. I couldn't do anything, say anything, I just felt a pit inside of me, stared at him and went inside.
I spent a lot of time crying again, my anxiety was the boss of me and I felt like I could die and not care for a moment.