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Conquer your fear and you will conquer death
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Deep down I’ve known I was ugly for basically my entire conscious life. The first time I was insulted for my looks was at around 5 years old, when a kid made fun of my lazy eye and told me to look at him straight while everyone laughed and pointed. That kind of shit followed me around for my whole childhood like a plague. By 10 I would avoid mirrors out of instinct and cry when I had to look at photos of myself. Only to be told that it’s what’s on the inside that counts, only to be told that everyone’s equal, only to be told lies.
I thought Middle school was when it reached its worst. Then high school came and it somehow got even worse. I really dropped out of being social after all the ignorance, shame, and inhumanity people showed me for the crime of having a hideous face. I fell off from all of the milestones I should’ve had in my development, because the alternative would’ve been to willingly put myself into a humiliation ritual 24/7 and jestermax (I’ve tried that before and it only made people hate me more). Im now a 100% complete loser and don’t really know how to recover a normal “life”.
But now I have a mission in my life. I never want to look in the mirror and feel disgust ever again. And now that I’m finally an adult, I have the support of my family to start my surgery journey by fixing my most immediate flaw, or at least trying to. This shit isn’t about girls, it’s not about ego, it’s about healing. I’m going to fix my face by any means possible above all else. I feel a purpose in my life that I’ve never felt before and a light at the end of the tunnel. I feel a calling to put my anxiety and fears to the side and do surgery for a higher meaning of my life and a brighter future. Thank you looksmax.org for opening my eyes.
I thought Middle school was when it reached its worst. Then high school came and it somehow got even worse. I really dropped out of being social after all the ignorance, shame, and inhumanity people showed me for the crime of having a hideous face. I fell off from all of the milestones I should’ve had in my development, because the alternative would’ve been to willingly put myself into a humiliation ritual 24/7 and jestermax (I’ve tried that before and it only made people hate me more). Im now a 100% complete loser and don’t really know how to recover a normal “life”.
But now I have a mission in my life. I never want to look in the mirror and feel disgust ever again. And now that I’m finally an adult, I have the support of my family to start my surgery journey by fixing my most immediate flaw, or at least trying to. This shit isn’t about girls, it’s not about ego, it’s about healing. I’m going to fix my face by any means possible above all else. I feel a purpose in my life that I’ve never felt before and a light at the end of the tunnel. I feel a calling to put my anxiety and fears to the side and do surgery for a higher meaning of my life and a brighter future. Thank you looksmax.org for opening my eyes.
