I can't stop looking at girls on social media that are beautiful, wishing I looked like them. Why was I born so ugly? It's not fair. I can't handle being myself, it's a prison. I'm constantly thinking about suicide and how I look. I just want to look in the mirror and think I look okay. I hate being around others because all they do is judge me for how disgusting I am. I feel like a fucking alien. I've never seen someone so ugly before that they don't even look human besides myself. Guys never think I'm good enough for them and girls look at me like I'm a mythical creature
I cannot stand to be in this body any longer. I just want to leave this world
I'm not even going to bother reading the responses because this is one area where even members of SS like to suddenly hand out platitudes or patently diminish and dismiss the problem (which is ASTONISHING to me considering how significant a role looks play in this superficial society..all over the world).
I'm hoping this time things will be different and you will receive understanding and acknowledgment for enduring such a living hell, I live a similar one, and not only is the situation itself a nightmare-one which sets off a domino effect in which you lose far more than 'appearances', but I am also fucking exhausted with fighting for myself against people who want to deny just how fucking horrific it is to live in such a state of being..which is to say, not
being at all, I've never gotten to be "me" outside of an anonymous forum, because my appearance is conflated with a non-existent personality that others project onto me.
Not a flattering one in the least, but one of either a monster or a cringe-worthy doormat (and if I don't play the part of the quiet, polite, and sycophantic doormat, I will be likened to an ugly BEAST. This face isn't allowed to have an opinion in the real world, or places like Instagram or FB).
These other people, the ones who put up a fuss when others lament-rightfully-about their looks..they would not last a day in my place, they would beg on their hands and knees to escape this prison of flesh, and yet they seem to have a never ending amount of free time and energy to try to minimize my pain and suffering (usually because their privileges are being called out or alluded to, and they get all bent out of shape over it).
I won't sugarcoat the truth of it, there is a universal objective standard regarding how attractive someone appears to the vast majority of people (people think it's mostly subjective but it's not, it's the opposite, there is a science to it, constants-which you can also find exemplified in art and show business).
Our appearance colors nearly every aspect of our lives, whether people want to realize it and appreciate it or not- how we identify ourselves, how we are identified by others, the amount of tolerance and leniency that we are afforded, the attention we receive, the loyalty..the dedication to holding onto us, the way we are seen (or unseen), the available (or unavailable) steps and open doors in life that make or break us, interpersonal interactions and relationships (romantic, sexual, platonic, and even familial), on and on and on..nearly everything..
I don't think most people even realize-besides more obvious examples-just how much appearances are a factor in how we judge someone (and the boxes we restrict them to for life), you have to be keenly sensitive and aware of your own inherent biases (as well as those that were learned) in order to pause and subvert these harmful thoughts and behaviors.
You cannot justify them, or else they will continue to thrive, but that's what people do..they reason it away, they say they "can't help it", but really it's because they don't care to.
The only people I know who have managed to even come close to doing this, to conditioning themselves out of these empty and insubstantial behaviors and mind-sets (NOT those who merely posture and virtue-signal, while their actions speak otherwise), are (a select few of) those who have been dealt the worst hand-aesthetically-and have had their eyes
forced open forever to just how many shallow tendencies and machinations the inhabitants of earth employ on a daily basis.
It's disgustingly casual.
It's one of the last acceptable prejudices, and probably the first that ever existed in mankind.
I have made numerous comments in several threads on the topic, but now I'm tired.
No one wants to listen unless they've lived this torment themselves.
Not only do I have to suffer, but I am barred from even an ounce of sympathy for my suffering, I am not permitted to speak of it, unless I want awkward or cruel handling of the conversation (or gaslighting).
It is similar to how we cannot speak of the taboo of suicide, even though it's happening and will continue to happen, we ignore the reasons why and we just placate ourselves and others with shitty little inspirational quotes that nobody truly lives by.
Blaming the victim.
I will receive more sympathy for the excruciating physical pain I experience due to related issues, even though it's my appearance (and other's reactions to it) which has been the true bane of my existence.
(I am at the mercy of other people, constantly, even deciding for me, what should affect me or what should not, even when reality hits them upside the skull and shakes the bullshit from their hair and head, they just won't quit, they just won't concede on this matter, this truth is a perpetual and purposeful blind-spot for many.)
If I could only choose one problem to rid myself of, I would definitely be keeping the physical sensations of pain and discomfort, rather than the mental anguish of being suffocated and stifled by a face and body I had absolutely no choice or say in…and yet people call it by MY name.
It's not me, but to everyone else-it is me.
And that kills me, I am already dead, this is the definition of living death, I have never experienced life, I have never known genuine happiness or even contentment, I only know fear, humiliation, shame, desperation, anger, bitterness, hate, ostracism, and a deep-seated sadness, a nauseating blanket of melancholy.
I do have other problems weighing me down and bringing me harm, but THIS, this is the beginning of them all, and the end..the end of me, of my potential, of my memory, of what and who I could have and should have been.
I grieve it all, I grieve from behind the bars of figurative steel that my body is, pressing against my organs, strangling the real person within, who has only taken breath inside my head. Nobody knows me, as the freedom to BE was stolen from me long ago..that is the cost of this detriment.
Social media is only expediting and enhancing this issue, but at the heart of it..it's people. It's them. It's those who want to deny the problem yet benefit from (or support) the other side of it (valuing human beauty), nobody is willing to simply cut the shit.
And so we are devalued, and so we suffer more and more and more, else we restrict ourselves further, isolate, and separate from the thoughts and presence of others completely, which would not only be very improbable, but would also just add more shit to our plates.
I am very sorry you have to experience this,
I understand.
But I do not have hope, I think human beings will sooner be choosing their own android bodies and second-skins before we are able to alter the human mind and societal norms to the degree that people like us are actually treated and seen as equals, rather than a constant source of schadenfreude.
Humans LOVE to feel superior, which means they need "inferiors", and so they have endless motivation in keeping people like us around and under their hand..until we bite it off, then they will chase us with pitchforks like we are Frankenstein's monster.
But we're not, though our physical woes may have been born (or otherwise), the rest of the consequences were created by the atmosphere and ill-treatment of others, much of our turmoil and less savory traits were instilled in us by the real monsters, but they see themselves as martyrs and angels, and most people are quick to agree with them.
I am so utterly sick of it all.
I don't blame you for wanting to leave this world, for wanting to escape.