Well, I suppose I should rip the band-aid off and just say that my face is ugly. I might sound like i'm exaggerating here - and you know, some part of me says I am - but the reality has kinda hit me as to just how menacingly bad I look. Like, I'm talking Nosferatu's incestuous love-child levels of ugly. It's full of craters from the acne spikes I got during puberty, and this 5 o'clock shadow I can't seem to get rid of. The worst of it probably comes down to my right cheek, where I sorta had a severe laceration way back when I still went out for hikes. The scar, while not as bad as people say, just... Gets to me, you know? It's like this permanent stain that'll never come off of your only formal wear; pretty much the first thing any girls sees on my already groggy mug. Doesn't help that I can tell other people stare at it. It's not as egregious as some douche coming up to me and outright calling me out on my hideous face, but it still... gets to you, you know?
My body's thankfully not in the same bad way. Well, I shouldn't say "thankfully", as if I were lucky; it was I who decided to get off my bed and workout a bit every other day. Make no mistake, I'm no bodybuilder, but I'm certainly not overweight; my form's settled at around 150 pounds at 5'10".
I'm not even sure why I'm writing this. Maybe I just need to vent a little; but if anyone has any advice then I'm still all-ears.
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