Stop torturing yourself.
Damn it, stop with the pity party. You’re either 1) doing it because you believe it; or 2) you do it so people will in turn say “Aww,that’s not true. you’re great, man.” Either way, it’s stupid.
Stop gawking at, and posting pictures of, ridiculously ripped, muscled, shaven, and tattooed (or any combination thereof) men, the boohooing to yourself that you will never get a man. At that rate, you’re right - you never will.
If you want to look like that guy in the picture, because you want to attract that, then change yourself, but know that you have your reward. If you want to change to look and feel better for you, then stop drinking soda, eat more vegetables, and fruits, and protein. Work the fuck out. Bored in the evening? Do sit-ups while watching television. Better yet, take all your clothes off, turn on, and up, some dance music, and dance like it’s your last chance ever. Work up a ridiculous sweat, then go take a long hot shower. Moisturize when you get out, and go to bed and fall asleep reading a book. Even if you only get through 10 pages, it beats 10 minutes of the fucking Kardashians.
Hold your head up when you walk, and don’t assume everyone is looking at you, or talking about you, when you walk by. And if they are, assume they like what they see, rather than they are hating on some random stranger.
If you want to attract someone like you post in pictures, then get in front of them, and be yourself. Be as goofy, as weird, as fat, as thin, as pale, as tan, as unkempt, as scruffy, as groomed as you want to be. The right people will be drawn to you. The ones who laugh at you will do so without the pleasure of your company and friendship. But if you’re changing yourself to try and please someone else, who will end up being your clone, you can sit in front of a mirror and do that, and save us all some time.
How you see yourself is how others will see you. If you’re selling negativity, and “oh, I’m fat”, or “I’ll never get a six pack” (which, by the way, is highly overrated, and looks like a fucking insect’s thorax on most guys), then that’s what people will buy. If you exude defeat, you’ll easily be defeated; yet the biggest battle is in your head, not on the streets.
Don’t be over picky to the point that you’re 40 or 50, and still single, fucking around with the random hookup who you may or may not ever see again, or hear from. it’s great to have friends, but most likely you’re not sleeping with them, having kids with them, or buying a home with them. Don’t picky yourself into perpetual bachelorhood.
You might have to “settle”, which means this: not every single requirement on your bullshit list of demands on a man will be met; in fact, very few will be. Dr. Frank N. Furter tried to create the perfect man, and look how that shit turned out.
I see so many of you on here, and you’re so fucking beautiful, but all you do is bitch and moan about this hair or that wrinkle or whatever. You know what? You’re aging. Get over it. Whether you’re 25 or 45, you’re aging every single fucking day since you slid out of your mother’s womb. Accept that shit. it’s real, and it should be a moot point.
Let time be your motivation to accomplish as much as you can, and love as hard as you can until you puff out your last breath. Haven’t we suffered enough with rejection from our churches, our families, our alleged friends because of who we really are? Why the hell are we rejecting ourselves and those in our own community?
You are wonderful as you are, and frankly we can all stand for some improvement physically, mentally, and spiritually. In the meantime, get busy living. And stop torturing yourself. There’s no honor in suffering.
— Who gives a shit what you think? Arrogance at its best.