My reason behind posts like this:
I was 16, an innocent and naive kid who never knew about BP or anything like that. I always wanted a girlfriend and always wondered why girls fell for men who abused them.
Around that time, I called an old buddy of mine. He was a very old friend, someone I had known from childhood until around age 12. His father is very tall, owns a coaching class, and their family is financially well-off.
I called him, he gave me his Instagram ID, and I followed him. He followed me back. I saw his stories where he was posting love bites, gym photos, and other things. Since I had been rejected by a girl in my society, I asked him how he got a girlfriend.
He told me that he was going to the gym and posting pictures on Snapchat. A girl messaged him, and that's how it all started.
I asked him if I would get a girlfriend too if I did the same thing.
He replied, "Gym won't do anything. That's not what they want."
I asked him what he meant by that. What do they want exactly? Personality?
He ignored the question.
A few days later, he came to meet me. We talked, played games, and discussed how life had been.
I remember one moment when my mother suddenly said, "Can you both stand up? I wish you had grown as much as him."
At the time, I didn't understand the depth of those words. It didn't really hit me. I was too happy to see my old friend again. But I remembered them.
Later, he asked me to come to his house, and I agreed.
When I got there, he started flexing his strength. When we were kids, we were quite equal. In fact, I used to win fights against him because I have ADHD and would use all kinds of creative techniques to win.
This time, though, it was a strength competition.
He showed me how big his forearms had gotten. We tried arm wrestling, but he absolutely demolished me. He showed me pictures with his girlfriend on his laptop. He showed me Instagram chats where girls were revealing themselves to him.
Basically, I was getting mogged at every instance.
After the whole mogging session, I came home and, a few days later, discovered BP.
Later, I was compared again for my height, this time with my tall male cousin by my mother and another female cousin.
As a kid, when I was put into boarding school, I was bullied and beaten up by tall, bigger guys.
I was 16, an innocent and naive kid who never knew about BP or anything like that. I always wanted a girlfriend and always wondered why girls fell for men who abused them.
Around that time, I called an old buddy of mine. He was a very old friend, someone I had known from childhood until around age 12. His father is very tall, owns a coaching class, and their family is financially well-off.
I called him, he gave me his Instagram ID, and I followed him. He followed me back. I saw his stories where he was posting love bites, gym photos, and other things. Since I had been rejected by a girl in my society, I asked him how he got a girlfriend.
He told me that he was going to the gym and posting pictures on Snapchat. A girl messaged him, and that's how it all started.
I asked him if I would get a girlfriend too if I did the same thing.
He replied, "Gym won't do anything. That's not what they want."
I asked him what he meant by that. What do they want exactly? Personality?
He ignored the question.
A few days later, he came to meet me. We talked, played games, and discussed how life had been.
I remember one moment when my mother suddenly said, "Can you both stand up? I wish you had grown as much as him."
At the time, I didn't understand the depth of those words. It didn't really hit me. I was too happy to see my old friend again. But I remembered them.
Later, he asked me to come to his house, and I agreed.
When I got there, he started flexing his strength. When we were kids, we were quite equal. In fact, I used to win fights against him because I have ADHD and would use all kinds of creative techniques to win.
This time, though, it was a strength competition.
He showed me how big his forearms had gotten. We tried arm wrestling, but he absolutely demolished me. He showed me pictures with his girlfriend on his laptop. He showed me Instagram chats where girls were revealing themselves to him.
Basically, I was getting mogged at every instance.
After the whole mogging session, I came home and, a few days later, discovered BP.
Later, I was compared again for my height, this time with my tall male cousin by my mother and another female cousin.
As a kid, when I was put into boarding school, I was bullied and beaten up by tall, bigger guys.
