
Zyros
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Imagine staying true to my goal during almost 5 years. Imagine fighting myself and my spontaneously bloating face for YEARS, with my life being a constant paranoia about if I look hideous or acceptable, including self harming on days of unexpected bloat. Imagine still having hope, staying true to your diet and lifestyle which, by the way, is entirely directed at avoiding bloat in the face. Imagine bloat in the face, specially after losing weight, directing your life, like avoiding always dinner with friends or cancelling dates depending on surprise bad bloat days. Imagine also too saving up and spending almost 1K on botox to correct masseter hypertrophy because you want to do things right.
Imagine after years and years of fighting, something finally "clicking" and you stop having volatile bloat. Imagine finally your body readapting to a new metabolism after all the years of continued hard work and hope and discipline and not letting yourself go. Imagine finally realyzing the dream, knowing that you will always look consistent. Imagine going finally to dinner with friends, seeing that face didnt balloon up and almost crying tears of joy. Imagine having also obvious irl feedback to your final result of all the years of effort. Imagine having the trill of just being able to take a walk being confortable in your own skin. Imagine no longer having to step away from guys with wider frames as a framecel, because you now have actually something going for you while most lazy fucks dont even have a basic jawline.
Now imagine enjoying around 1-2 months of your new finally happy, paranoia-free, upbeat life and suddenly you get slapped with this in the face
Essentially covering EVERY bit of the face that shows your progress over the last years. Now imagine everyone acting smug as if they are almost glad, and saying "get used to it, this is life from now on". Imagine feeling so cheated you can't contain your rage from being sent back to square zero.
My only bastions left (mask free areas) are cafeterias and night bars. If these get the compulsory mask rule too im just gonna go hermit mode.
FUCK MASKS AND FUCK THOSE GLAD ABOUT THEM
Imagine after years and years of fighting, something finally "clicking" and you stop having volatile bloat. Imagine finally your body readapting to a new metabolism after all the years of continued hard work and hope and discipline and not letting yourself go. Imagine finally realyzing the dream, knowing that you will always look consistent. Imagine going finally to dinner with friends, seeing that face didnt balloon up and almost crying tears of joy. Imagine having also obvious irl feedback to your final result of all the years of effort. Imagine having the trill of just being able to take a walk being confortable in your own skin. Imagine no longer having to step away from guys with wider frames as a framecel, because you now have actually something going for you while most lazy fucks dont even have a basic jawline.
Now imagine enjoying around 1-2 months of your new finally happy, paranoia-free, upbeat life and suddenly you get slapped with this in the face

Essentially covering EVERY bit of the face that shows your progress over the last years. Now imagine everyone acting smug as if they are almost glad, and saying "get used to it, this is life from now on". Imagine feeling so cheated you can't contain your rage from being sent back to square zero.
My only bastions left (mask free areas) are cafeterias and night bars. If these get the compulsory mask rule too im just gonna go hermit mode.
FUCK MASKS AND FUCK THOSE GLAD ABOUT THEM
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