maxmogvril
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There’s a reason I don’t show my face to people anymore.
Not because I’m ugly.
Not because I hate myself.
But because something broke in me, years ago.
In 2021, someone pretending to be a girl started talking to me online.
They said they were from the same city - even the same neighborhood.
They asked me for a picture.
I sent it.
They asked to meet up.
I said yes.
I showed up.
No one came.
And I found out it wasn’t a girl at all.
It was a guy - some random asshole who just thought it’d be funny.
Just a "joke".
Just "for fun".
Since then, something inside me refuses to do that ever again.
Even now - four and a half years later,
I feel that same fear.
The same sting in my stomach when someone says,
And yeah… I know not everyone is like that.
I know not everyone will hurt me.
But my body doesn’t care.
My trust doesn’t care.
That part of me still thinks:
Not because I’m ugly.
Not because I hate myself.
But because something broke in me, years ago.
In 2021, someone pretending to be a girl started talking to me online.
They said they were from the same city - even the same neighborhood.
They asked me for a picture.
I sent it.
They asked to meet up.
I said yes.
I showed up.
No one came.
And I found out it wasn’t a girl at all.
It was a guy - some random asshole who just thought it’d be funny.
Just a "joke".
Just "for fun".
Since then, something inside me refuses to do that ever again.
Even now - four and a half years later,
I feel that same fear.
The same sting in my stomach when someone says,
And yeah… I know not everyone is like that.
I know not everyone will hurt me.
But my body doesn’t care.
My trust doesn’t care.
That part of me still thinks:
