I'm just talking about features/appearance wise. To me, self hate is when you hate something about yourself. You feel like you would be better if you looked this or that way.
Whenever I hear people mention "self hate" I only hear it applied to races or skin color, sometimes hair texture. I hardly to never hear it applied to minor* things such as height, hair color, breast size, nose jobs, lip injections etc.
Me, I feel like its is. I don't think its an extreme form of self hate, but its still self hate, especially you dwell on them (when they were not bad from the start) and go out your way to (sometimes almost) permanently change them.
Yes I do realize that changing your eye color (with contacts) or dying your hair doesn't automatically mean that you hate yourself or that feature about you. When some people do this, its more like accessorizing. It just really depends on your mind set. Like if you call revealing your true hair color or eye color, than yes it a form of self hate.
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I've never heard self-hate been applied generally to things like race. But yeah I'm in a continuous cycle of self-hate. I've wanted to change every single cell of my being at one time or another. And I know it's ridiculous. For example, I am 5'7 and 47kg. I have spent most of my time wishing I was a little taller. Today I found myself wishing I was one of those 5ft girls because I'd be so much smaller and it'd make guys feel more masculine and want to carry me to bed and protect me. I quickly interrupted this thought pattern when I saw how crazy it was that I now wanted to be shorter and had to remind myself that just being taller doesn't make me un-liftable at 47kg. So basically I now know I would never see my own attraction.
But don't listen to me. I have critically low self-esteem. I see myself as hideous and everyone else is scarily attracted to me. It's a complex place to be. Nobody understands that I can't believe the compliments or how crazy they sound to the girl who thinks she looks like a beast. I find it easier to believe the older women who stop me in the street to tell me I'm lovely than people who may have some reason to butter me up.1