I genuinely believe I am a 2/10 no matter what therapists and people tell me.
This causes me great distress. You can see it on my face--I don't smile often and the muscles aren't strong, so sometimes I can't help but frown. It feels bad being in public.
Calling myself handsome or beautiful doesn't help, nor does being reassured otherwise.
However, I think it may go beyond simply looks and how I connect to the world itself, or how tense and and on edge I feel--I externalize it. I feel, think ugly, so I see ugly. And not any garden variety ugliness. And it really doesn't help that I feel worn out and I feel it in my face.
On one hand, I need to come into terms with being ugly--so what if I am?
On the other, I need to fucking relax. My soul seems unwell. Not that I believe in souls. Just...that deeper sense of being in me seems terrified and tense.
I think I'm well above average. Got a lot of attention on tinder and lots of compliments from people on /soc/ - and yet I can connect to you. I'm very insecure. And even though I think I look good I live or die on every reaction from (especially attractive) girls - if they don't seem to like me, I instantly wonder what's wrong with me, am I not looking good enough. Doesn't help when your friend is an easy 8/10 and you see some woman respond well to him. Rationally I'm not jealous and I'm happy with my looks. In practice, I can't help myself to overanalyse shit.
I'm also really tense.
>>18536139
Compliments on tinder? Damn, that's saying a lot considering you're a dude.
Part of me knows it's really stupid to focus on looks...Jesus, when I was a teen I didn't even partake in all the shallow image politics or obsessions, I just didn't judge people based off of it, nor did I do so to myself. Strange how adulthood can fuck with you.
>>18536403
Well I meant more on /soc/
I also know how to take good photos...
>Jesus, when I was a teen I didn't even partake in all the shallow image politics or obsessions, I just didn't judge people based off of it, nor did I do so to myself. Strange how adulthood can fuck with you.
Yeah, I used to feel that way too. I didn't think looks mattered.