I never posted this before

[Joe7]

I’m tired bro. I don’t usually open up like this, but I’m past the point of pretending. I’ve been holding all this in for too long, and it’s starting to eat me from the inside out.

I don’t care about being a model anymore. I just want to be normal. Normal development. Balanced features. A face that doesn’t look off in every photo. A body that doesn’t feel like a mismatch. Just something I could live in without shame.

But I didn’t get that. I got bad symmetry, weak bone structure, hormonal issues, voice issues, posture issues, and the worst part? It’s all genetic. I looked at my dad one day and it just hit. That’s where it came from. The blueprint was broken from the start. What hurts even more is my mum is beautiful but my dad ruined it.

Before I discovered the Black Pill, I was actually happy in a weird way. Naive, but happy. I knew I had issues, but I had hope. I thought maybe I’ll grow into it. Maybe it’s just puberty. Maybe I’ll get better if I work on myself. But then I learned the truth. That it was over before it began. That no matter how hard I train, fix posture, eat clean, it won’t touch the foundation. And it wrecked me.

And yeah, surgery exists. But it’s not a magic fix. It costs money I don’t have. It comes with risk, pain, healing time, and still the chance it doesn’t go how I'd hope. Imagine suffering your whole life and still having to pay tens of thousands just for a maybe. And even then? You might need a revision. You might still hate what you see. That fear alone is enough to paralyse me.

And here’s the part that fucks me up the most…
Before all this, I used to think suicide was cringe. I’d look at people and be like, ‘Why the fuck would anyone go there? That’s weak.’ But now? Now I get it. I understand how someone reaches that point. It’s just when life feels like it stopped offering you any real reason to stay. And I hate that I get it now. But I do.

I don’t say this to scare anyone. I’m not even saying I’m gonna do it. Some days I’m right there, right at the edge. And the only thing that stops me is… I don’t even know. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s faith. Maybe it’s just inertia. I’m just tired, man. That’s all. I’m just… tired

If you read till the end then your probably in a similar situation so Idk bro, just hang on ig.

 

[LEFORT17]

I’m tired bro. I don’t usually open up like this, but I’m past the point of pretending. I’ve been holding all this in for too long, and it’s starting to eat me from the inside out.

I don’t care about being a model anymore. I just want to be normal. Normal development. Balanced features. A face that doesn’t look off in every photo. A body that doesn’t feel like a mismatch. Just something I could live in without shame.

But I didn’t get that. I got bad symmetry, weak bone structure, hormonal issues, voice issues, posture issues, and the worst part? It’s all genetic. I looked at my dad one day and it just hit. That’s where it came from. The blueprint was broken from the start. What hurts even more is my mum is beautiful but my dad ruined it.

Before I discovered the Black Pill, I was actually happy in a weird way. Naive, but happy. I knew I had issues, but I had hope. I thought maybe I’ll grow into it. Maybe it’s just puberty. Maybe I’ll get better if I work on myself. But then I learned the truth. That it was over before it began. That no matter how hard I train, fix posture, eat clean, it won’t touch the foundation. And it wrecked me.

And yeah, surgery exists. But it’s not a magic fix. It costs money I don’t have. It comes with risk, pain, healing time, and still the chance it doesn’t go how I'd hope. Imagine suffering your whole life and still having to pay tens of thousands just for a maybe. And even then? You might need a revision. You might still hate what you see. That fear alone is enough to paralyse me.

And here’s the part that fucks me up the most…
Before all this, I used to think suicide was cringe. I’d look at people and be like, ‘Why the fuck would anyone go there? That’s weak.’ But now? Now I get it. I understand how someone reaches that point. It’s just when life feels like it stopped offering you any real reason to stay. And I hate that I get it now. But I do.

I don’t say this to scare anyone. I’m not even saying I’m gonna do it. Some days I’m right there, right at the edge. And the only thing that stops me is… I don’t even know. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s faith. Maybe it’s just inertia. I’m just tired, man. That’s all. I’m just… tired

If you read till the end then your probably in a similar situation so Idk bro, just hang on ig.

can i ask what you think is wrong with your body and face specifically

 

[svarddre]

And yeah, surgery exists. But it’s not a magic fix. It costs money I don’t have. It comes with risk, pain, healing time, and still the chance it doesn’t go how I'd hope. Imagine suffering your whole life and still having to pay tens of thousands just for a maybe. And even then? You might need a revision. You might still hate what you see. That fear alone is enough to paralyse me.

Either take the risk or continue feeling and looking like you do now. It’s a no brainer tbh