jaspersubh
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Life as an LTM feels impossible sometimes. BP has taken over my whole life, and the only girl I ever liked is happy with another guy — the same one she chose over me last winter, back when I was just a 30% body fat subhuman version of myself. Now I’ve lost 65 pounds, I’m more attractive than him, but I live across the country. It’s like fate is mocking me.
Girls come up to me at big events, like fairs, and instead of feeling good, I just feel like they’re trying to mess with me. I spend most of my days researching how to ascend, how to reach “Chad lite,” but no matter how far I go — no matter how many surgeries I could ever get — deep down I know what I really want is just that LTB with a good heart.
And maybe I’m destined to be that gym rat who can’t talk to women, who has no real friends, and rates everyone I see in public — trapped in my own head, chasing a version of myself I might never become.
Girls come up to me at big events, like fairs, and instead of feeling good, I just feel like they’re trying to mess with me. I spend most of my days researching how to ascend, how to reach “Chad lite,” but no matter how far I go — no matter how many surgeries I could ever get — deep down I know what I really want is just that LTB with a good heart.
And maybe I’m destined to be that gym rat who can’t talk to women, who has no real friends, and rates everyone I see in public — trapped in my own head, chasing a version of myself I might never become.
