markye67
Mass graves
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After years of fixing your face, your body, your posture, after grinding every day while everyone else lived normally, you finally become someone but. The more you improve your looks,
the more you realize you didn't fix your life.
You still wake up tired.
You still don't know who you are without the next improvement.
And slowly.. you start losing yourself. You stop talking to people because you fear slipping back.
You stop eating normally because you fear bloating your face. Your whole existence becomes a calculation: angles, lighting, posture, routine, routine, routine... One night, you sit in your room, lights off, only the faint glow of your phone reflecting off your face.
You scroll through old pictures your transformation, your progress, your "journey."
Everyone else sees improvement. But you only see a timeline of someone who never truly lived. You stand up, go to the mirror one last time, and see someone staring back who looks like you but isn't you anymore.
the more you realize you didn't fix your life.
You still wake up tired.
You still don't know who you are without the next improvement.
And slowly.. you start losing yourself. You stop talking to people because you fear slipping back.
You stop eating normally because you fear bloating your face. Your whole existence becomes a calculation: angles, lighting, posture, routine, routine, routine... One night, you sit in your room, lights off, only the faint glow of your phone reflecting off your face.
You scroll through old pictures your transformation, your progress, your "journey."
Everyone else sees improvement. But you only see a timeline of someone who never truly lived. You stand up, go to the mirror one last time, and see someone staring back who looks like you but isn't you anymore.
