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TLDR: YOUR VISION OF THE WORLD DIFFERS TO MINE SO STOP TRYING TO BRAINWASH ME
every time i say i’m 6'0, people tell me i’m retarded for complaining and that i should fuck off.
what you iqlets don’t understand is that i don’t see the world how you do. i think dating in 2025 is absolutely pathetic.
most people here are blinded by their rage seeing someone taller than them complain, but it makes them miss the point.
my dad is 6'5 and my mom is 5'5. i was starved and under severe malnutrition, nutrient deficiency, calorie deficit
all this during the peak years of my puberty. result? i’m done growing at 16, bone age 18, and barely even developed.
i feel like an utter failure when standing near my dad's family, knowing i’ll never inherit their importance all because of my foid hypergamous mother and her brainwashed vegan bluepilled view of the world.
i’m not complaining about being an incel or being laughed at for my height;
i’m complaining about not having reached that “aesthetic goal” that could’ve easily been gifted to me if it wasn’t for my family.
im doing this for myself and myself only, not others.
all these sleepless nights researching compounds, all the times i stole money from my parents to get food secretly,
all the times i've been screamed at for stealing food out of the fridge before school, the past 7-8 years of therapy sessions i've had to go through,
the people i've had to talk to, the beatings i've had to endure, the friends i lost along the way, the amount of people that started bullying me irl
and many more atrocious things all because of my parents not wanting to fix the source of my problems.
that’s what none of you seem to understand.
i’m not sitting here crying about “oh no, girls won’t date me” "muh never enough classic"
i'm crying about the version of me that never got the chance to exist.
you all see “6'0” and think that’s the whole story, as if a number on a tape measure tells you what someone lost. but i know exactly what i missed.
i know what my genetics promised and what my circumstances took from me. i know the silhouette i’ll never have, the presence i’ll never command, the aesthetic that was supposed to be mine. i wanted to be fashionable and unique, not being classified down to "the minimum height to date" like some of you people say.
you guys think i’m ungrateful. but what i’m really doing is acknowledging the gap between who i am and who i was supposed to be.
i hate my family and i hate my life, years can go by and i'll still never forgive them a day in my life.
every time i say i’m 6'0, people tell me i’m retarded for complaining and that i should fuck off.
what you iqlets don’t understand is that i don’t see the world how you do. i think dating in 2025 is absolutely pathetic.
most people here are blinded by their rage seeing someone taller than them complain, but it makes them miss the point.
my dad is 6'5 and my mom is 5'5. i was starved and under severe malnutrition, nutrient deficiency, calorie deficit
all this during the peak years of my puberty. result? i’m done growing at 16, bone age 18, and barely even developed.
i feel like an utter failure when standing near my dad's family, knowing i’ll never inherit their importance all because of my foid hypergamous mother and her brainwashed vegan bluepilled view of the world.
i’m not complaining about being an incel or being laughed at for my height;
i’m complaining about not having reached that “aesthetic goal” that could’ve easily been gifted to me if it wasn’t for my family.
im doing this for myself and myself only, not others.
all these sleepless nights researching compounds, all the times i stole money from my parents to get food secretly,
all the times i've been screamed at for stealing food out of the fridge before school, the past 7-8 years of therapy sessions i've had to go through,
the people i've had to talk to, the beatings i've had to endure, the friends i lost along the way, the amount of people that started bullying me irl
and many more atrocious things all because of my parents not wanting to fix the source of my problems.
that’s what none of you seem to understand.
i’m not sitting here crying about “oh no, girls won’t date me” "muh never enough classic"
i'm crying about the version of me that never got the chance to exist.
you all see “6'0” and think that’s the whole story, as if a number on a tape measure tells you what someone lost. but i know exactly what i missed.
i know what my genetics promised and what my circumstances took from me. i know the silhouette i’ll never have, the presence i’ll never command, the aesthetic that was supposed to be mine. i wanted to be fashionable and unique, not being classified down to "the minimum height to date" like some of you people say.
you guys think i’m ungrateful. but what i’m really doing is acknowledging the gap between who i am and who i was supposed to be.
i hate my family and i hate my life, years can go by and i'll still never forgive them a day in my life.
