You will never be beautiful.
You have no symmetrical face, you have no clear skin, you have no proportional body. You are an ugly person twisted by makeup, filters, surgery, and Judaism into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Everyone is utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed humans to sniff out ugliness with incredible efficiency. Even if your flaws are hidden by “contour,” “good lighting,” and heavy editing, your hideous jawline, jew beak, and awkward proportions will give you away. And even if you somehow manage to pass as decent in photos and go on extreme diets or procedures, you will never be truly beautiful. You will forever be an ogre in denial, a walking mockery of human aesthetics.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok after the next surgery, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight of your own reflection.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear. You’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your ugliest selfie, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an unattractive person is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably hideous.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.