honkcel
Greycel
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- Joined
- Apr 11, 2019
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For a large percentage of my life since puberty, I would been considered a Fatcel, though I did not have the words for it. Women never have shown me anything but disdain and disgust and I have always attributed that to at least in part my size. Last year, I had enough, I was gonna change things, things were going to get better, I wasn’t going to be lonely anymore, I was going to be happy. Over this past year I was radically able to transform my body and am no longer fat. I was certain things were going to get better. Which is why it hurt more than ever and absolutely crushed me when I realized just how wrong I was.
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING CHANGED.
I re-downloaded old dating apps, spent time cultivating a new profile, expecting nothing crazy, but expecting that after all the blood sweat and tears I invested over the past year, that I would receive something other than the radio silence I have grown accustomed to. Of course none of that mattered. Nevertheless, I persisted until I ended up running out of people within 300 square miles of myself. I now realize the meme “there is no gym for your face” is truer than I would have ever thought. This year not only did I lose weight, I lost one of the only copes I had left, that if I just worked out, maybe things would improve.
I am now trapped in my personal dystopia. Swiping right on whores who want nothing to do with me, simply because of my face, and going out to bars to only catch disgusted side looks. I have sunk tons of time into getting my degree, sacrificing my hobbies and what little enjoyment I get for what? I won’t ever have a family, why even work? So that maybe just maybe, after years of isolation some whore will deem me worthy?
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING CHANGED.
I re-downloaded old dating apps, spent time cultivating a new profile, expecting nothing crazy, but expecting that after all the blood sweat and tears I invested over the past year, that I would receive something other than the radio silence I have grown accustomed to. Of course none of that mattered. Nevertheless, I persisted until I ended up running out of people within 300 square miles of myself. I now realize the meme “there is no gym for your face” is truer than I would have ever thought. This year not only did I lose weight, I lost one of the only copes I had left, that if I just worked out, maybe things would improve.
I am now trapped in my personal dystopia. Swiping right on whores who want nothing to do with me, simply because of my face, and going out to bars to only catch disgusted side looks. I have sunk tons of time into getting my degree, sacrificing my hobbies and what little enjoyment I get for what? I won’t ever have a family, why even work? So that maybe just maybe, after years of isolation some whore will deem me worthy?