I don't think attractiveness always leads to good mental health (however, it usually does), but it's nearly impossible to be stable without good looks.
My happiest periods in my life was where I considered myself to be attractive. I had to fraud with a beard and take a one in a million selfie to do it, and even then I didn't look great, just not completely subhuman. Well, this week I shaved my beard down to a number 1 and was reminded of my subhuman lower third, which is comprised of a narrow *and* recessed jaw, and an unsupported, sagging layer of cheek fat on top of my pathetic jaw (and no, I'm not fat myself). To really drive home my mental depression, I decided to completely relax any and all facial muscles when looking into the mirror and holy fuck did I look bad. I didn't realize how much I was frauding myself. Turns out I was activating muscles in my face to make me slightly more attractive, but I have no under eye support and the typical recessed maxilla that comes with the jaw. I have the most pathetic, and weak, melted face and never realized it because I think my subconscious didn't want to be honest with itself.
I will never take an attractive foid seriously when she claims to be depressed. Fuck her and fuck this life.
TL;DR: Two weeks ago I felt like a 5 and felt fine, mentally. This last week I stripped my beard, and the rest of my frauds, and now I'm seriously contemplating suicide.
My happiest periods in my life was where I considered myself to be attractive. I had to fraud with a beard and take a one in a million selfie to do it, and even then I didn't look great, just not completely subhuman. Well, this week I shaved my beard down to a number 1 and was reminded of my subhuman lower third, which is comprised of a narrow *and* recessed jaw, and an unsupported, sagging layer of cheek fat on top of my pathetic jaw (and no, I'm not fat myself). To really drive home my mental depression, I decided to completely relax any and all facial muscles when looking into the mirror and holy fuck did I look bad. I didn't realize how much I was frauding myself. Turns out I was activating muscles in my face to make me slightly more attractive, but I have no under eye support and the typical recessed maxilla that comes with the jaw. I have the most pathetic, and weak, melted face and never realized it because I think my subconscious didn't want to be honest with itself.
I will never take an attractive foid seriously when she claims to be depressed. Fuck her and fuck this life.
TL;DR: Two weeks ago I felt like a 5 and felt fine, mentally. This last week I stripped my beard, and the rest of my frauds, and now I'm seriously contemplating suicide.
