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I notice that most of the flaws in my face are a direct or indirect consequence of my deformity, which is relatively mild by itself (a fucked up lip which didn't connect before I was born, which meant that I needed surgery which was done quite poorly). I am almost certain that this birth defect (a cleft lip) was caused by her smoking, as she did so while I was an infant despite trying to hide it and denying it (as I remember she used to try to do when I was 3 or 4, or as far back as I remember).
Anyways, it's not too bad by itself if proper surgery is done at birth. However, the surgeon kinda messed up the top lip, leaving it lumpy and misshapen, and the bottom lip covers both my top and bottom rows of teeth, leading to a long looking chin @Einon and a curved and undefined transition into my jaw, but the same isn't necessarily true when my lower lip is compressed to just my lower row, as shown:
As you can see, the top lip is far too short and it's uncomfortable to hold it like that. It's not even that my chin protrudes naturally; it's just the skin kind of folding like a piece of paper; when I touch it while smiling or whatever, it's soft.
Secondly, that wouldn't even be the worst thing in the world of it weren't for that I was forced to mouthbreathe because of my nose being pulled into my philtrum (because of the surgery) and it is crooked and hooked, leaving little space for air even now. When I was younger, I mouthbreathed because my septum was fucked and didn't have much of an option unless I wanted to whistle with every breath I struggled to take. This lead to obviously less forward growth and more downward growth, leading to a shit jaw, chin, long midface, NCT, crooked and bad teeth; you know the drill.
Not only that, but this cleft lip led to some of the worst teeth my specialist had seen (I'm even in a medical journal as a case study for extreme cases
so if you can find that then there's my full doxx). Due to the extra crowding from 2 extra teeth (idk if it was 1, 2 or 3 so I'll go with 2), PLUS mouthbreathing, PLUS my mother giving me too much sugar when I was young, PLUS nowhere near enough calcium when I was being born because my mother was too busy fucking random guys or whatever so she didn't drink her milk, PLUS a narrow palate (I'm lucky in that respect, because I could have had a cleft palate). This lead to weak teeth which grew literally sideways and would cut my cheeks sometimes. I couldn't eat and didn't smile for years. I was known as "jaws". As you can see from the pictures above, I had braces and extensive extractions and other procedures, like a permanent brave behind my teeth and shit. It helped immensely and 2+ years of extra tough braces (because they didn't want me to have braces for like 5 years lol or it would be too much money on the NHS or something lol) which hurt like FUCK and gave me severe headaches, but it was all completely worth it. I went from 1.5/10 to 2.5 or so easily, all for free, but a lot of the damage had already been done.
The only things not affected by my mother's poor choices are my balding, which is on both my parents' sides of the family, thin wrists on a small frame which is on my mother's side, and my low quality skin and (partially) height, because she didn't feed me properly. She was also a terrible parent in general, instilling the wrong values and even today being an unbearable person to be around. I think I'm supposed to feel bad because I think she's mentally ill or something, but of course because she's female it has made absolutely no difference to her life.
I think that my brother is decent looking because I remember a picture of him I found like 5 years ago was good. Idk though, because he didn't get on with my mother (she somehow managed to fuck up more than once) and it probably didn't help that she employed him to abuse me legally to make me do things or not do things, and encouraged violent behaviour in him to make me a quasi mute jfl. Of course I'm not now, but I could have easily been. I'm not talking about just "brotherly love" either, with play fights and whatnot. He would beat me until I was battered and bruised, or bleeding. Then as soon as he took it out on her after she told him that our father was dying (she didn't let us see him, and my brother and him didn't get on anyway), she sent him straight to foster care at like 13 or 14, where he's been ever since.
Don't underestimate the parentingpill, because your parents can fuck you up socially too. It's like your life is a car driving down a road, and your primitive years while you learn to drive (watching and not knowing any better), and there's a swine flu test subject monkey at the wheel.
I am a truecel because of my mother, and I dislike her as a person as much as I dislike her as a mother, because she didn't try her hardest; she didn't love me and bond with me; she didn't use her fucking brain for once; she just did things the easy way, and still does. And look where she is now, with one fuckup swept under the carpet and another as a glorified roommate, as a roastie with no career because she's left every job because it's just "not right" who fakes illness and is the most boring human imaginable, but still thinks she can speak to anyone, an arrogant prick deserving of a throne for everything she's done for the world. Oh, of course, she's living in a rich neighbourhood, with a rich husband, doing nothing but what she wants all day because she married a 60+ year old ex-chad because she probably has some sick old man fetish, shopping at Waitrose and nothing she has done has been reprimanded or paid for with any suffering.
Everything I do feels like trying to futilely claw my way back from the foreordained mark of suffering, like trying to pay off a crippling debt I never even took out, with everything I have. But you know what, with every zero that's removed from that debt, oh, you thought I was going to say I appreciate the small victories in life, right? No, it's a reminder of how well I would be doing, like watching through the glass at a future I could have been a part of, a doomed parallel, if it weren't for the cuntish doings of others.
Anyways, it's not too bad by itself if proper surgery is done at birth. However, the surgeon kinda messed up the top lip, leaving it lumpy and misshapen, and the bottom lip covers both my top and bottom rows of teeth, leading to a long looking chin @Einon and a curved and undefined transition into my jaw, but the same isn't necessarily true when my lower lip is compressed to just my lower row, as shown:
sorry for the neckbeard; I haven't shaved since like Tuesday because no college
Secondly, that wouldn't even be the worst thing in the world of it weren't for that I was forced to mouthbreathe because of my nose being pulled into my philtrum (because of the surgery) and it is crooked and hooked, leaving little space for air even now. When I was younger, I mouthbreathed because my septum was fucked and didn't have much of an option unless I wanted to whistle with every breath I struggled to take. This lead to obviously less forward growth and more downward growth, leading to a shit jaw, chin, long midface, NCT, crooked and bad teeth; you know the drill.
Not only that, but this cleft lip led to some of the worst teeth my specialist had seen (I'm even in a medical journal as a case study for extreme cases
so if you can find that then there's my full doxx). Due to the extra crowding from 2 extra teeth (idk if it was 1, 2 or 3 so I'll go with 2), PLUS mouthbreathing, PLUS my mother giving me too much sugar when I was young, PLUS nowhere near enough calcium when I was being born because my mother was too busy fucking random guys or whatever so she didn't drink her milk, PLUS a narrow palate (I'm lucky in that respect, because I could have had a cleft palate). This lead to weak teeth which grew literally sideways and would cut my cheeks sometimes. I couldn't eat and didn't smile for years. I was known as "jaws". As you can see from the pictures above, I had braces and extensive extractions and other procedures, like a permanent brave behind my teeth and shit. It helped immensely and 2+ years of extra tough braces (because they didn't want me to have braces for like 5 years lol or it would be too much money on the NHS or something lol) which hurt like FUCK and gave me severe headaches, but it was all completely worth it. I went from 1.5/10 to 2.5 or so easily, all for free, but a lot of the damage had already been done.The only things not affected by my mother's poor choices are my balding, which is on both my parents' sides of the family, thin wrists on a small frame which is on my mother's side, and my low quality skin and (partially) height, because she didn't feed me properly. She was also a terrible parent in general, instilling the wrong values and even today being an unbearable person to be around. I think I'm supposed to feel bad because I think she's mentally ill or something, but of course because she's female it has made absolutely no difference to her life.
I think that my brother is decent looking because I remember a picture of him I found like 5 years ago was good. Idk though, because he didn't get on with my mother (she somehow managed to fuck up more than once) and it probably didn't help that she employed him to abuse me legally to make me do things or not do things, and encouraged violent behaviour in him to make me a quasi mute jfl. Of course I'm not now, but I could have easily been. I'm not talking about just "brotherly love" either, with play fights and whatnot. He would beat me until I was battered and bruised, or bleeding. Then as soon as he took it out on her after she told him that our father was dying (she didn't let us see him, and my brother and him didn't get on anyway), she sent him straight to foster care at like 13 or 14, where he's been ever since.
Don't underestimate the parentingpill, because your parents can fuck you up socially too. It's like your life is a car driving down a road, and your primitive years while you learn to drive (watching and not knowing any better), and there's a swine flu test subject monkey at the wheel.
I am a truecel because of my mother, and I dislike her as a person as much as I dislike her as a mother, because she didn't try her hardest; she didn't love me and bond with me; she didn't use her fucking brain for once; she just did things the easy way, and still does. And look where she is now, with one fuckup swept under the carpet and another as a glorified roommate, as a roastie with no career because she's left every job because it's just "not right" who fakes illness and is the most boring human imaginable, but still thinks she can speak to anyone, an arrogant prick deserving of a throne for everything she's done for the world. Oh, of course, she's living in a rich neighbourhood, with a rich husband, doing nothing but what she wants all day because she married a 60+ year old ex-chad because she probably has some sick old man fetish, shopping at Waitrose and nothing she has done has been reprimanded or paid for with any suffering.
Everything I do feels like trying to futilely claw my way back from the foreordained mark of suffering, like trying to pay off a crippling debt I never even took out, with everything I have. But you know what, with every zero that's removed from that debt, oh, you thought I was going to say I appreciate the small victories in life, right? No, it's a reminder of how well I would be doing, like watching through the glass at a future I could have been a part of, a doomed parallel, if it weren't for the cuntish doings of others.
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