In my teen years and 20s I was a skinny dude, broom legs and arms and flat torso, I’m also very tall for a latino so made it more noticeable. But now that I’m on my mid 30s and that anything that I drink or eat is getting harder to “digest” I’m now overweight, still skinny limbs but with a protruding belly, like majority of Latinos here (we don’t believe in diets) and I don’t care anymore.
I was worried about my look as a kid but then realised that I wasn’t going to do anything with it, I’m not a model or role model for anything, unfortunately I will not be able to have my own family and I’m hoping to have a short lifespan so my health isn’t something that I care that much, don’t give a shit about my life tbh.
There’s a certain sensation of solace with that realisation accompanied by depression, then pain, but hey, life sucks after all, took me 30 years to get there.
You don’t need to see the point of it to do it anyway. Why are you accepting defeat in this situation? Why aren’t you angry?
Get mad. Get your body moving. Force your body to start producing some feel good chemicals and you will have one more tiny bit of leverage against your brain, which is actively lying to you right now if you are indeed depressed.
Because I’m done and tired. I don’t wanna look better or feel better. I just don’t wanna feel anything.
See a doctor. Your brain is lying to you and you may need medication to begin feeling normal again.
No.
I don’t understand why are you getting all worked up like I’m attacking you, can you just let me be? Is that really so hard to accept that I will never think like you? Especially when I didn’t asked for any type of advice I’m just putting my thoughts on a public place and respectfully disagreeing with the people here.