
wateriswet
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for context, I've been leanmaxxing for about 3-4 months, went from 190 pounds to 165 @ 6 ft (I've been lifting for 2-3 years so I was bulked up, this is my first ever cut), at the same time I let my hair grow, used retina, told myself I would get a haircut when I get lean enough to put the final touch for the entire process. also I have been kind of avoiding mirrors the entire time because at one point I was checking like every 10 minutes like a retard, tryna see if my face got leaner. so I decided to cut back on it since it was causing unnecessary stress for me.
so today after seeing 165 on the scale, I decided this would be the day that I get the proper haircut, see where I stand and decide where to go from here. I arrived at the barber, the guy was super nice & professional. made it clear what i wanted, he understood well and gave me some recommendations , we agreed and he starts cutting.
as he's cutting my hair at the front, more of my face is slowly revealing, at one point he starts a small talk and asks me a couple of questions about school and shit, I open my mouth and start talking to him... but as soon as I start talking suddenly I notice how subhuman my face looks.
HOLY
FUCKING
SHIT.
I'm such a bloated subhuman, what the fuck? what was all the leanmaxxing for, all the times I was hungry as shit going on runs, sweating at the gym, refusing to eat high calorie foods, sticking to my diet, for absolutely 0 fucking results???????? I swear I almost had a fucking panic attack. as he's fixing the back of my hair with the trimmer, I glance at the scissors on the counter, think to myself: what's the fucking point anyway? none of this shit is gonna work out at the end of the day, just fucking end it here...
but of course I didn't because I decided way back that I never will no matter what. roping isn't the solution bhais, never go down without a fight, try your best, even if it doesn't work out at the end of the day, there are billions of ''copes'' you can keep yourself busy with. go queue up for a game of league, take a vacation to the far east, hang out with the boys, devote your life to becoming a hitman, sell drugs, produce beats, whatever it is. endless fucking void can never be worth it. never give up
have a great day.
unrelated midget drake
so today after seeing 165 on the scale, I decided this would be the day that I get the proper haircut, see where I stand and decide where to go from here. I arrived at the barber, the guy was super nice & professional. made it clear what i wanted, he understood well and gave me some recommendations , we agreed and he starts cutting.
as he's cutting my hair at the front, more of my face is slowly revealing, at one point he starts a small talk and asks me a couple of questions about school and shit, I open my mouth and start talking to him... but as soon as I start talking suddenly I notice how subhuman my face looks.
HOLY
FUCKING
SHIT.

I'm such a bloated subhuman, what the fuck? what was all the leanmaxxing for, all the times I was hungry as shit going on runs, sweating at the gym, refusing to eat high calorie foods, sticking to my diet, for absolutely 0 fucking results???????? I swear I almost had a fucking panic attack. as he's fixing the back of my hair with the trimmer, I glance at the scissors on the counter, think to myself: what's the fucking point anyway? none of this shit is gonna work out at the end of the day, just fucking end it here...
but of course I didn't because I decided way back that I never will no matter what. roping isn't the solution bhais, never go down without a fight, try your best, even if it doesn't work out at the end of the day, there are billions of ''copes'' you can keep yourself busy with. go queue up for a game of league, take a vacation to the far east, hang out with the boys, devote your life to becoming a hitman, sell drugs, produce beats, whatever it is. endless fucking void can never be worth it. never give up
have a great day.
unrelated midget drake
