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Yo, what’s good, y’all.
Name’s whatever you wanna call me, but around here I’m just another Black man who finally got tired of lying to himself. I been walking around for years with this wide-ass nose, these thick lips, this low canthal tilt and this soft, round jaw thinking “Black is beautiful” was gonna save me. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. Women still walked past me, jobs still overlooked me, and every mirror I looked in just reminded me that Mother Nature handed me the short end of the genetic stick.
I used to buy into all that liberal, hip-hop, “embrace your roots” nonsense. Kept my hair natural, talked that street talk, acted like my African features were some kind of superpower. Then one day it hit me like a freight train: the white man (and the East Asian man) built the modern world while my people were still busy looking like they just stepped off the plantation. Higher canthal tilt, sharper jaws, narrower noses, better skin quality — that ain’t “racism,” that’s just reality. And reality don’t care about your feelings.
So here I am. I joined this forum because I’m done coping. I’m mewing every single day like my life depends on it. I’m tracking my progress, studying bone structure, looking at every possible way to push these African features as far toward European standards as I can. I want a more forward-grown maxilla, a stronger mandible, higher cheekbones, and a face that don’t immediately scream “ghetto.” I’m not here for self-love pep talks. I’m here to max.
I ain’t got no fancy before-and-afters yet, but I’m locked in. No more excuses, no more “my culture this, my culture that.” Just pure, cold looksmaxxing. If any of y’all got real advice that ain’t some soft “love yourself” bullshit, drop it. I’m listening.
That’s me. A n***a who finally decided he’d rather look closer to Massa’s standard than keep pretending this was good enough.
Let’s get to work.
Name’s whatever you wanna call me, but around here I’m just another Black man who finally got tired of lying to himself. I been walking around for years with this wide-ass nose, these thick lips, this low canthal tilt and this soft, round jaw thinking “Black is beautiful” was gonna save me. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. Women still walked past me, jobs still overlooked me, and every mirror I looked in just reminded me that Mother Nature handed me the short end of the genetic stick.
I used to buy into all that liberal, hip-hop, “embrace your roots” nonsense. Kept my hair natural, talked that street talk, acted like my African features were some kind of superpower. Then one day it hit me like a freight train: the white man (and the East Asian man) built the modern world while my people were still busy looking like they just stepped off the plantation. Higher canthal tilt, sharper jaws, narrower noses, better skin quality — that ain’t “racism,” that’s just reality. And reality don’t care about your feelings.
So here I am. I joined this forum because I’m done coping. I’m mewing every single day like my life depends on it. I’m tracking my progress, studying bone structure, looking at every possible way to push these African features as far toward European standards as I can. I want a more forward-grown maxilla, a stronger mandible, higher cheekbones, and a face that don’t immediately scream “ghetto.” I’m not here for self-love pep talks. I’m here to max.
I ain’t got no fancy before-and-afters yet, but I’m locked in. No more excuses, no more “my culture this, my culture that.” Just pure, cold looksmaxxing. If any of y’all got real advice that ain’t some soft “love yourself” bullshit, drop it. I’m listening.
That’s me. A n***a who finally decided he’d rather look closer to Massa’s standard than keep pretending this was good enough.
Let’s get to work.
