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All the girls in elementary school had crushes on me or tried bullying-flirting
People would tell me “he doesn’t look real/he looks fake” and “why is he so majestic?”
People would go up to me and ask “when are you going to model?” “You have all the features for modeling”
Girls fought over me while I was just standing saying nothing
When my mom showed 6-8 year old me her male friends they said “wow, is your child is so beautiful, is this a boy or girl?”
This happened when I was in 1st grade and I moved to my moms friends house, her moms friend, son, and daughter greeted our family when we arrived and changed their tone of voice when speaking to me in an adorning way, they speaked to my siblings who were unattractive than me and the same age as if they were adults
The SON later told me “you were cute when you first met us, but you aren’t cute now” after he got mad at me for doing something
Girls at the pool would look at me and say “he’s cute, you should go talk to him”
Girls would hug me, grab my arm, and lay their head on my shoulder without ever asking for my consent
People would tell me “he doesn’t look real/he looks fake” and “why is he so majestic?”
People would go up to me and ask “when are you going to model?” “You have all the features for modeling”
Girls fought over me while I was just standing saying nothing
When my mom showed 6-8 year old me her male friends they said “wow, is your child is so beautiful, is this a boy or girl?”
This happened when I was in 1st grade and I moved to my moms friends house, her moms friend, son, and daughter greeted our family when we arrived and changed their tone of voice when speaking to me in an adorning way, they speaked to my siblings who were unattractive than me and the same age as if they were adults
The SON later told me “you were cute when you first met us, but you aren’t cute now” after he got mad at me for doing something
Girls at the pool would look at me and say “he’s cute, you should go talk to him”
Girls would hug me, grab my arm, and lay their head on my shoulder without ever asking for my consent