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REP ME NIGGAS
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I used to think the blackpill was the truth I had been denied all my life in many ways, it was the truth raw,unfiltered,data-backed reality. Facial symmetry, bone structure, SMV charts, Tinder experiments, PSL tiers.at first, it felt like I had finally found the manual to the game everyone else had been playing.
But somewhere along the way, it stopped being a lens and became a cage.
Instead of using it as a tool for awareness, I turned it into a justification for every insecurity, every failure, every rejection. If something didn’t work out, i would default to “It’s because I’m chopped” I stopped trying. I stopped growing. I started coping ironically, with the very thing that claimed to be anti-cope.I became obsessed. Not with improvement, but with control. If my midface was 2mm too long, that was a death sentence. If my canthal tilt was not ideal, I’d spiral for hours. I wasn’t living I was measuring, comparing, degrading.The worst part It made me see everyone else as numbers too. I couldn’t enjoy people, or moments. I couldn’t just existwithout doing mental math on SMV ratios and hypothesizing what tier of life this or that guy was living based on his orbital rim.bp knowledge is powerful but trust me its a razor blade. If you don’t know how to wield it, you bleed out slowly. I lost years. I lost confidence. I lost myself.Now I’m trying to claw my way back to neutrality. Not delusion but peace. Not cope but realism with action. Not blackpill but balance.
If you’re reading this and you’re still early in, take the knowledge but don’t let it consume you. Your face isn’t your fate unless you make it so.
But somewhere along the way, it stopped being a lens and became a cage.
Instead of using it as a tool for awareness, I turned it into a justification for every insecurity, every failure, every rejection. If something didn’t work out, i would default to “It’s because I’m chopped” I stopped trying. I stopped growing. I started coping ironically, with the very thing that claimed to be anti-cope.I became obsessed. Not with improvement, but with control. If my midface was 2mm too long, that was a death sentence. If my canthal tilt was not ideal, I’d spiral for hours. I wasn’t living I was measuring, comparing, degrading.The worst part It made me see everyone else as numbers too. I couldn’t enjoy people, or moments. I couldn’t just existwithout doing mental math on SMV ratios and hypothesizing what tier of life this or that guy was living based on his orbital rim.bp knowledge is powerful but trust me its a razor blade. If you don’t know how to wield it, you bleed out slowly. I lost years. I lost confidence. I lost myself.Now I’m trying to claw my way back to neutrality. Not delusion but peace. Not cope but realism with action. Not blackpill but balance.
If you’re reading this and you’re still early in, take the knowledge but don’t let it consume you. Your face isn’t your fate unless you make it so.
