I'm much too preoccupied to actually hate anything about myself, at least not a word as strong as hate. Several things about myself annoy or pester me. For example: I weigh a lot. It's not like I try to avoid looking at mirrors because I hate how I look, rather, I realize it is unhealthy to be overweight and may affect me in life later in life. No hate attached, just an "oh, I should do something about that when I get a chance." My eye muscles fatigue easily, so my eyes cross after 30 minutes of reading and take an hour to go back (don't even ask about six hours of SAT testing). Again, what goes through my mind is not "I look like a freak because my eyes cross." It's more something like "What a bother, I have to be picked up now, since its dangerous to walk with no depth perception." Fortunately, I'm going to have an eye surgery to fix this next summer. I don't really have anything about myself that I care enough to hate myself over or do anything about right now (if at all even possible). I'm too concerned with "Oh my god, there's a bee over there," or "I have to get a perfect score on this test so I can get enough scholarships." I guess that's because when one has a severe anxiety disorder, survival comes before appearance.