InanimatePragmatist
There is nothing for your genetics.
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(I would recommend for you to listen to bwv 244 wir setzen uns mit tränen nieder whilst you read this. )
Let’s make it plain. If you think plastic surgery is going to fix your life, you’re already lost. You weren’t ignored because of your nose. You weren’t rejected because of your jaw. You didn’t fail because of your cheekbones. You failed because your genetics are bad, your mind is weak, and your self-worth depends on how strangers react to your face. No surgeon in the world can fix that. Looksmaxxing through surgery is not “self-improvement.” It’s male self-mutilation disguised as purpose, a scalpel fueled descent into body dysmorphia and social media addiction, sold to desperate men who think they're one rhinoplasty away from being loved.
The truth? No one cares. You’ll drop thousands to shave your chin, fill your tear troughs, and pull your eyes up into a fake canthal tilt and you’ll still be the same hollow, low-status, validation-starved shell you were before. Your problem wasn’t just your face. It is the fact you were born with weak genetics mentally and physically and you thought you could fix it with surgery instead of discipline.
Yet here’s the sickest part, You’ll never stop. The first surgery won’t “fix” you, it’ll just give you a new target. Soon enough, you’re chasing harmony in the mirror like a lunatic. Brow shaving, zygomatic implants, chin filler, jaw surgery, temple grafting, hairline lowering, buccal fat removal and all to be a low-testosterone version of a TikTok Pretty boy who was naturally born for love and validation unlike you. He never had to work, battle or shave his face into a pathetic replica of what a handsome man is unlike YOU. You are hoping someone tells you you’re finally enough once you give up all in your pointless crusade to be loved and in the end.
They won’t, Because everyone can smell the desperation under the stitched skin and the slimy desperation is uglier than any face. Surgery doesn’t fix depression. It doesn’t fix social failure. It doesn’t fix the years of emotional rot and internet porn addiction that have rewired your brain to hate itself. You don’t need cheekbones. You need discipline. You don’t need eyelid surgery. You need testosterone, posture, and quiet rage under control. You don’t need to cut your face up to get a girlfriend. You need to stop being a porn damaged dopamine slave who thinks validation equals love. You are not a “fixer-upper.” You are the result of bad genes, bad habits, and cowardice. Surgery won’t change that. Only you can and most won’t. No one’s coming to save you. No surgeon. No girl. No compliment. Fix your mind. Fix your body to your natural limits. Or stay a broken doll, endlessly patched and still unwanted.
Brutal truth? Good. It should hurt. Because that’s the only time men actually listen.
Let’s make it plain. If you think plastic surgery is going to fix your life, you’re already lost. You weren’t ignored because of your nose. You weren’t rejected because of your jaw. You didn’t fail because of your cheekbones. You failed because your genetics are bad, your mind is weak, and your self-worth depends on how strangers react to your face. No surgeon in the world can fix that. Looksmaxxing through surgery is not “self-improvement.” It’s male self-mutilation disguised as purpose, a scalpel fueled descent into body dysmorphia and social media addiction, sold to desperate men who think they're one rhinoplasty away from being loved.
The truth? No one cares. You’ll drop thousands to shave your chin, fill your tear troughs, and pull your eyes up into a fake canthal tilt and you’ll still be the same hollow, low-status, validation-starved shell you were before. Your problem wasn’t just your face. It is the fact you were born with weak genetics mentally and physically and you thought you could fix it with surgery instead of discipline.
Yet here’s the sickest part, You’ll never stop. The first surgery won’t “fix” you, it’ll just give you a new target. Soon enough, you’re chasing harmony in the mirror like a lunatic. Brow shaving, zygomatic implants, chin filler, jaw surgery, temple grafting, hairline lowering, buccal fat removal and all to be a low-testosterone version of a TikTok Pretty boy who was naturally born for love and validation unlike you. He never had to work, battle or shave his face into a pathetic replica of what a handsome man is unlike YOU. You are hoping someone tells you you’re finally enough once you give up all in your pointless crusade to be loved and in the end.
They won’t, Because everyone can smell the desperation under the stitched skin and the slimy desperation is uglier than any face. Surgery doesn’t fix depression. It doesn’t fix social failure. It doesn’t fix the years of emotional rot and internet porn addiction that have rewired your brain to hate itself. You don’t need cheekbones. You need discipline. You don’t need eyelid surgery. You need testosterone, posture, and quiet rage under control. You don’t need to cut your face up to get a girlfriend. You need to stop being a porn damaged dopamine slave who thinks validation equals love. You are not a “fixer-upper.” You are the result of bad genes, bad habits, and cowardice. Surgery won’t change that. Only you can and most won’t. No one’s coming to save you. No surgeon. No girl. No compliment. Fix your mind. Fix your body to your natural limits. Or stay a broken doll, endlessly patched and still unwanted.
Brutal truth? Good. It should hurt. Because that’s the only time men actually listen.
