It’s tearing me apart

Insecurity. As a kid, into a teen, now 22 years old. I didn’t think I’d ever learn to dislike my body. I’m petite, skinny for the most part, but it’s been the last 6 months or so I’m noticing my flaws and imperfections. The main one being, my stomach. I’ve gotten more fat (Not a LOT, but enough to consider having a “pouch.”) And it sticks out in shirts I wear and around my jeans. I’ve gotten to a point where I’m scared to eat anything that isn’t water, yogurt, or fruit cups. I don’t know what I need to do to lose the pounds. There’s so many diets and articles and apps and people saying who, what, when and where I should be doing things. I don’t know what will work for me. I’m just miserable and feel disgusted with myself all the time. Knowing I have this pouch is sitting in the back of my mind 24-7. I just want to crumble into a ball and cry...