Post about being a 5’2” balding Indian janitor with severe cystic acne, dandruff, a mouth-breather jawline, a hunchback, a lazy eye, severely crooked yellow teeth, eczema scars, a crusty scalp, a severe overbite, visibly swollen gums, chapped lips, greasy skin, a nasally voice, and a pot belly—who dates models
@The Judge
Alright, here’s the deal. I’m a 5’2” balding Indian janitor with severe cystic acne that looks like my face is a crime scene—pustules, scars, and angry red blotches everywhere. My scalp flakes so bad it’s like I’m constantly shedding dandruff snowstorms that get stuck in my hair and clothes. I’ve got a lazy eye that wanders off like it has a mind of its own, and a hunchback that makes me look like I’m about to break in half.
My teeth? Man, they’re severely crooked, yellowed like forgotten cheese, and covered in disgusting plaque. My gums are swollen, red, and bleed like I’ve been chewing on razor blades. I have a severe overbite due to mouthbreathing constantly.
My skin is oily enough to fry bacon, riddled with eczema scars that itch and peel like a bad sunburn, and my scalp isn’t just flaky — it’s crusted with dried skin and scabs that I pick at until they bleed. My lips are cracked, peeling, bleeding, and painfully dry like I’m constantly licking sandpaper.
My voice? Picture a nasally chipmunk with a bad sinus infection, totally annoying and congested. And I’m rocking a pot belly that jiggles and sags like a bowl of lumpy jelly, thanks to sitting around all day with zero exercise.
This is me, the full gross package—and yet I still date models. Yeah, models.
So, to all you incels whining on Reddit about your genetics, height, jawline, or whatever weak excuse you’ve got — your problem isn’t your looks. It’s your pathetic, bitter, toxic attitude that repels everyone.
If I, this walking disaster of acne, dandruff, crooked yellow teeth, swollen gums, hunchback, lazy eye, greasy skin, crusty scalp, chapped lips, and a pot belly, can get dates, then your whining is just a sad excuse to stay bitter and alone.
Get off your butt, fix your attitude, stop acting like the world owes you something, and maybe you won’t die lonely and miserable.