Anonymous
6/25/2025, 3:02:29 PM No.40600613
I’ve come to fully accept that I will never live the life I want not because I lack drive, or intelligence, or soul but because I was born with the wrong face and body.
Not grotesque, not deformed. Just wrong. Wrong proportions. Wrong presence. Wrong aura. And yes, I believe in “aura.” You can feel it when someone beautiful walks into the room. Their existence gets amplified. The world tunes itself to them. You become an extra in their movie.
Meanwhile I walk through life like a shadow cast by someone else’s dream.
I’ve tried to tell myself all the things you’re supposed to—“looks don’t matter that much,” “you can improve,” “personality shines through,” “you’ll meet the right people.” But it’s not true. You’re treated differently at every stage based on how you look. Opportunities, affection, respect, attraction, even just being see it all fucking flows from appearance.
And so I’ve reached the point where I’d give anything. Genuinely.
Life? Take it.
Soul? If it means anything, it’s already withering.
Pain? I live in it anyway.
Is there any spirit, demon, force, or forgotten god something that still listens who deals in beauty and stature? Even if the price is high. Especially if the price is high. I don’t want safety. I want transformation. I want to burn my humanity if it means becoming what I was never born as.
Not grotesque, not deformed. Just wrong. Wrong proportions. Wrong presence. Wrong aura. And yes, I believe in “aura.” You can feel it when someone beautiful walks into the room. Their existence gets amplified. The world tunes itself to them. You become an extra in their movie.
Meanwhile I walk through life like a shadow cast by someone else’s dream.
I’ve tried to tell myself all the things you’re supposed to—“looks don’t matter that much,” “you can improve,” “personality shines through,” “you’ll meet the right people.” But it’s not true. You’re treated differently at every stage based on how you look. Opportunities, affection, respect, attraction, even just being see it all fucking flows from appearance.
And so I’ve reached the point where I’d give anything. Genuinely.
Life? Take it.
Soul? If it means anything, it’s already withering.
Pain? I live in it anyway.
Is there any spirit, demon, force, or forgotten god something that still listens who deals in beauty and stature? Even if the price is high. Especially if the price is high. I don’t want safety. I want transformation. I want to burn my humanity if it means becoming what I was never born as.
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