I cry almost every day. I look in the mirror and cry or get teary

I cry almost every day.
I look in the mirror and cry or get teary eyed at least.
I hate my body.
I want to be like one of those models in the magazines.
But  every time I look in the mirror I see my chubby cheeks,
I see my (muffin top) and my not so curvy but plump, curves.
I see my huge legs and my f a t arms.
I want to be able to wear tight clothes [without the judgments].
I want to be able to wear a b-i-k-i-n-i and know I look hot.
I want to be able to show my stomach and know my fats not hanging out.
I want to be beautiful.