BPDonut
I will become chad whether they like it or not
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I’m not that good of a writer and this probably is gonna be a word salad if that’s not your cup of tea I understand. There is a tldr if that interests you.
For a bit of context: I’m an ethnic jeet who has lived in the states his entire life. Growing up in a mostly white dominated country, you kind of know that you're an outsider from the beginning. I remember thinking to myself that I could probably never get a girl when I was super young because I was a shitskin. It didn’t really affect me but seeing how my people were characterized in American media definitely gave me an inferiority complex from the beginning.
When I got to middle school, I saw kids getting into relationships and realized I wanted that for myself too. I wasn’t an ugly kid, but I was definitely different and unpopular enough to not get any attention from women.
Then Highschool came around. Puberty was finally doing its magic and I grew into my facial features, which helped me get the attention of girls. Hella girls thought I was good looking, and I became a bit popular in my grade. Unfortunately, that would only last for the first three years of high school. Puberty definitely did me a solid, but it left me with one major failo: my skull shape.
Having a robust skull is extremely crucial for looks. Most people overlook it since they’ve never had to worry about having a deformed head. But I had to worry about it since the start of high school. I was able to coast through pretty well by hiding it with hats and hair, but you can only hide it for so long.
The kids in my grade found out, took some photos, and spread it around school. I was a pretty outgoing and confident individual, but that utterly destroyed me.
The love of my life, the girl that I was talking to on and off for 3 years, lost total interest in me because of my skull shape. She said I went from an 8 to a 5 to all her friends. All the effort I put into making things work went poof. Just like that. All because I wore my hat incorrectly one day.
I was always kind of blackpilled because of my conditioning since birth, but that day really solidified it for me. There was no turning back after that point. I don’t need to tell you this, since you already know, but it’s an evil world we live in. And in this world, you either mog or get mogged. I’ve done both. And I don’t ever want to get mogged again. Now all I can do is save up and pray every day that I don’t get botched when the surgeon's scalpel touches my skin.
I am not asking for pity or anything like that. I've been going through a lot recently and needed a place to write down my thoughts.
TLDR: Growing up brown in America blackpilled me, but getting ridiculed for my insane failos and losing the love of my life made me the man I am today.
For a bit of context: I’m an ethnic jeet who has lived in the states his entire life. Growing up in a mostly white dominated country, you kind of know that you're an outsider from the beginning. I remember thinking to myself that I could probably never get a girl when I was super young because I was a shitskin. It didn’t really affect me but seeing how my people were characterized in American media definitely gave me an inferiority complex from the beginning.
When I got to middle school, I saw kids getting into relationships and realized I wanted that for myself too. I wasn’t an ugly kid, but I was definitely different and unpopular enough to not get any attention from women.
Then Highschool came around. Puberty was finally doing its magic and I grew into my facial features, which helped me get the attention of girls. Hella girls thought I was good looking, and I became a bit popular in my grade. Unfortunately, that would only last for the first three years of high school. Puberty definitely did me a solid, but it left me with one major failo: my skull shape.
Having a robust skull is extremely crucial for looks. Most people overlook it since they’ve never had to worry about having a deformed head. But I had to worry about it since the start of high school. I was able to coast through pretty well by hiding it with hats and hair, but you can only hide it for so long.
The kids in my grade found out, took some photos, and spread it around school. I was a pretty outgoing and confident individual, but that utterly destroyed me.
The love of my life, the girl that I was talking to on and off for 3 years, lost total interest in me because of my skull shape. She said I went from an 8 to a 5 to all her friends. All the effort I put into making things work went poof. Just like that. All because I wore my hat incorrectly one day.
I was always kind of blackpilled because of my conditioning since birth, but that day really solidified it for me. There was no turning back after that point. I don’t need to tell you this, since you already know, but it’s an evil world we live in. And in this world, you either mog or get mogged. I’ve done both. And I don’t ever want to get mogged again. Now all I can do is save up and pray every day that I don’t get botched when the surgeon's scalpel touches my skin.
I am not asking for pity or anything like that. I've been going through a lot recently and needed a place to write down my thoughts.
TLDR: Growing up brown in America blackpilled me, but getting ridiculed for my insane failos and losing the love of my life made me the man I am today.
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