Grifith
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First of all , I want to clear it out that *I look like shit compared to the standards of west*...My whole story is how I am being treated in India
Lookism is real, whether you believe it or not. I'm sharing my own experience.
Two years ago, my parents used to say that I always looked dull, angry, and depressed. My aunts and other relatives didn’t talk to me properly; they just saw me as a nerd, which I was and still am. My male cousins used to mock me, asking, "Do you even have a girlfriend?" My female cousins never felt shy around me; they would say whatever came to their minds without hesitation, and they wouldn’t even laugh at my jokes.
Now, coming to my present life—people are so blackpilled these days that even when I went to give my 12th board exams, the invigilator saw my two-year-old photo on the admit card and said, "Son, you’ve become really smart!" My relatives, especially my mom’s sister, who never used to talk to me properly, now smile and compliment my hair. My male cousins, who used to make fun of me, now ask, "Bro, how did you get such great hair?" "How did you get that jawline?" "How many girlfriends do you have?"
Even at the school where I gave my board exams, a random guy—a chubby, short, and bad student whom I didn’t even know—came up to me and said, "Bro, you must have a lot of girlfriends!" My female cousins, who never laughed at my jokes before, now flirt with me like Muslims do, laugh at my words, and just find excuses to engage with me.
My life is much better now than before, so I can confidently say—Lookism is real.
Lookism is real, whether you believe it or not. I'm sharing my own experience.
Two years ago, my parents used to say that I always looked dull, angry, and depressed. My aunts and other relatives didn’t talk to me properly; they just saw me as a nerd, which I was and still am. My male cousins used to mock me, asking, "Do you even have a girlfriend?" My female cousins never felt shy around me; they would say whatever came to their minds without hesitation, and they wouldn’t even laugh at my jokes.
Now, coming to my present life—people are so blackpilled these days that even when I went to give my 12th board exams, the invigilator saw my two-year-old photo on the admit card and said, "Son, you’ve become really smart!" My relatives, especially my mom’s sister, who never used to talk to me properly, now smile and compliment my hair. My male cousins, who used to make fun of me, now ask, "Bro, how did you get such great hair?" "How did you get that jawline?" "How many girlfriends do you have?"
Even at the school where I gave my board exams, a random guy—a chubby, short, and bad student whom I didn’t even know—came up to me and said, "Bro, you must have a lot of girlfriends!" My female cousins, who never laughed at my jokes before, now flirt with me like Muslims do, laugh at my words, and just find excuses to engage with me.
My life is much better now than before, so I can confidently say—Lookism is real.
