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A poor 15-year-old twink from Chile who looked like he was sponsored by malnutrition and bad lighting. His jawline was hiding somewhere under all that disappointment, and his hair looked like it had beef with his scalp.
One night, while scrolling his cracked Android phone in the dark, he typed into Google:
“how to become hot without money or genetics.”
The first link that appeared changed his life: looksmaxxing.com
He clicked it… and entered Pandora’s gym bag.
The place was chaos. Threads like:
“Am I subhuman or just ugly?”
“Rate my skull shape (be honest).”
“If I chew gum for 6 years will I evolve?”
The twink read for hours, eyes wide. It felt like he’d found an underground temple dedicated to beauty and pain. These dudes weren’t just insecure they were scientists of sadness.
He made an account: @desk.psl
His first post was humble:
> “How do I fix my face?”
The replies came fast.
> “Mew 8 hours a day.”
“Shave your head.”
“Move to Denmark.”
Bro was lost. He tried everything. He started mewing so hard he looked like he was biting invisible food. He did “jaw workouts” until his face cramped. He even stood under bad lighting to “train his angles.”
After three weeks, his mom asked if he was okay.
He said “I’m ascending.”
But one day, he realized no amount of chewing gum or jaw tension could fix the real problem he’d forgotten to actually live he hadn’t laughed, gone outside, or eaten anything that wasn’t “skinimproving” in weeks.
So he shut his phone off, went out into Santiago, and saw people who weren’t worried about “facial harmony.” Just normal faces smiling, talking, living.
He grinned and said,
“Maybe I don’t need to max my looks… maybe I just need to max my life.”
Then he immediately tripped on the sidewalk and fell into a puddle. Balance restored.
One night, while scrolling his cracked Android phone in the dark, he typed into Google:
“how to become hot without money or genetics.”
The first link that appeared changed his life: looksmaxxing.com
He clicked it… and entered Pandora’s gym bag.
The place was chaos. Threads like:
“Am I subhuman or just ugly?”
“Rate my skull shape (be honest).”
“If I chew gum for 6 years will I evolve?”
The twink read for hours, eyes wide. It felt like he’d found an underground temple dedicated to beauty and pain. These dudes weren’t just insecure they were scientists of sadness.
He made an account: @desk.psl
His first post was humble:
> “How do I fix my face?”
The replies came fast.
> “Mew 8 hours a day.”
“Shave your head.”
“Move to Denmark.”
Bro was lost. He tried everything. He started mewing so hard he looked like he was biting invisible food. He did “jaw workouts” until his face cramped. He even stood under bad lighting to “train his angles.”
After three weeks, his mom asked if he was okay.
He said “I’m ascending.”
But one day, he realized no amount of chewing gum or jaw tension could fix the real problem he’d forgotten to actually live he hadn’t laughed, gone outside, or eaten anything that wasn’t “skinimproving” in weeks.
So he shut his phone off, went out into Santiago, and saw people who weren’t worried about “facial harmony.” Just normal faces smiling, talking, living.
He grinned and said,
“Maybe I don’t need to max my looks… maybe I just need to max my life.”
Then he immediately tripped on the sidewalk and fell into a puddle. Balance restored.
