chopped and cooked

I wish I was like at least 5’5. I’m really short I’m like 5’1 and my parents make such a big deal about it every day I can’t forget it ever like brochacho I KNOW I’m not getting women leave me alone
and then I look at my jawline (my parents are really upset about this too) because it’s just bad and I need to lose weight and my teeth are weird and my eyes are small and they want me to get this surgery and that surgery and eat these height pills and stay under the umbrella and wear sunscreen and do better skincare but I dont have the motivation to get out of bed to brush my teeth, let alone do all that to look good to no one. I just want to stay in bed and stop having to think about anything or do anything or look at myself. It’s already bad enough when I don’t remember how cooked I am but then I think about my grades and how weird I am and I just want to die