u/Inevitable_Score1892

I love my parents immensely, and I know they love me, but their biggest mistake was failing to instill good eating habits in me. I’m not trying to shuck off responsibility by blaming them. My weight is MY responsibility, and I believe that wholeheartedly, but it’s undeniable that their failure to manage my diet during early childhood is a major contributing factor to my current predicament.

I can’t help but think that so many of my problems, both physical and mental, can be attributed to growing up obese. I was a sensitive kid, and was cognizant from an early age that I was fat. It was the reason I never wanted to do anything physical, whether it be playing sports, or just running around outside. The thought was always going through my head that someone was quietly laughing at me, and I was probably right.

Now that I’m an adult, I can look back and recognize that much of my introverted and shy nature came about as a result of being a stereotypical fat kid. It is, at times, difficult for me not to feel anger towards my Mom and Dad, but I’d never admit it to them. Again, I love them deeply, but I know my life would be so much better if I wasn’t carrying around this baggage.

Why or why not?

I apologize if this is not within the intended purpose of this subreddit.

Like many people here, I’ve been addicted to porn for quite a while. As such, I’m at a point now where extreme and “out there” material is the only way for me to get off.

Pornographic edits and PMVs (porn music videos) featuring extreme content have been an unfortunate staple in my selection of adult videos. Because of that, I’ve been drawn to make content of my own, and have uploaded my own video creations here on reddit and elsewhere. My edits gaining traction is a major source of dopamine for me, but the shame and disgust of proliferating such things will inevitably lead me to delete them alongside whatever alt account I have at the time.

It would seem I’m not just addicted to the material itself, but making more of it, getting off on the idea of others watching my creations.

My desire to create pornographic content has been the primary driver of my addiction for the past few years. I’ve made and deleted a few accounts at this point because I inevitably become guilty and ashamed. Making these kinds of videos, and spreading things I find personally reprehensible, has been a major source of mental anguish for me.

Like most people here, I’ve been addicted to porn for quite a while. As such, I’m at a point now where extreme and “out there” material is the only way for me to get off.

Pornographic edits and PMVs (porn music videos) featuring extreme content have been an unfortunate staple in my selection of adult videos. Because of that, I’ve been drawn to make content of my own, and have uploaded my own video creations here on reddit and elsewhere. My edits gaining traction is a major source of dopamine for me, but the shame and disgust of proliferating such things will inevitably lead me to delete them alongside whatever alt account I have at the time.

It would seem I’m not just addicted to the material itself, but making more of it, getting off on the idea of others watching my creations.

My desire to create pornographic content has been the primary driver of my addiction for the past few years. I’ve made and deleted a few accounts at this point because I inevitably become guilty and ashamed. Making these kinds of videos, and spreading things I find personally reprehensible, has been an major source of mental anguish for me.

As opposed to your own personal dealings with men.

I’m nothing special, never have been never will be. So why carry on when there’s nothing but mundane mediocrity waiting for me?

This can be all encompassing, and doesn’t just include romantic interest.

EDIT

The general consensus here seems to be that, no, outside of men objectifying women, men and women have at least similar levels of interest in each other.

I tend to disagree, but thank you to everyone who’s replied.

If so, what ultimately led you to go through with it, or decide against it?

When you look in the mirror, are you pleased with what you see? Have you reached a place where you can accept any imperfections you might have, or do they continue to gnaw at you?

What’s the best way to contend with a bodily insecurity, especially when it’s the cause of a lot of mental anguish?

With increasing regularity, I find myself feeling like a completely replaceable, purposeless drone, a worker ant whose life has no meaning. Due in no small part to my maleness, I feel stuck, lost, and without direction.

Even the most mediocre women have inherent purpose. They can have children, and even if they can’t, they’ve a natural allure that bestows upon them some kind of value. I’m not delusional enough to think that women have no problems, or that mine would dissipate if I was female, but I just can’t help but feel this way.

Hypergamy is natural, and because of that most males are just fodder. I’m the scum that was meant to be butchered in battle, or left to labor on some far flung colonial holding. If not for modernity, that would have been my fate, but instead I’m here, just drifting aimlessly.

I understand this is a loaded question, and answers can vary drastically depending on the personal circumstances of each woman replying.

I apologize if this question is too vulgar. The only reason I ask is because there’s a niche community within the broader “male self improvement space” that focuses on increasing seminal volume through supplementation. I assume this is something most women are apathetic about, but was curious what you all’s thoughts are.

Things that you’ve been insecure about, mental or physical, that your romantic partner helped you heal from.

M25, I had a bit of a depressive episode last year, resulting in me becoming completely apathetic about my life. Desperate for an escape, I resorted to comfort eating, consuming as much as I wanted whenever I wanted. If I had to guess, I was probably eating close to 4-5k calories a day. As you might imagine, I started gaining weight rapidly, and within nine months or so, I put on about 100 pounds.

Long story short, I decided to make a change earlier this year. Starting in February, I got serious about weight loss and my diet, and have managed to lose almost all the extra weight. I’m still obese, and have a long way to go before I’m in a healthy range, but it feels good to be rid of that perfidious depression weight

That being said, I’m now faced with the challenge of living with my post weight loss body. I’ve been fat my whole life, but I never really had any stretch marks prior to last year. Now? My previously smooth, clear stomach and thighs are completely covered in deep, long stretch marks. My stomach looks like a bear raked its claws across it.

Yes, I know stretch marks are common, and that everyone has at least a few, but this is different. It bothers me tremendously that just a year ago, I didn’t have them. My skin was smooth and unmarked. Now I have these unsightly, grisly looking scars. I cannot express enough how much of a source of anguish they are for me. Above all I else, I think it’s the permanence of them, and the fact that I only have myself to blame for them that bothers me most.

I don’t see them as battle scars or a sign of strength, but a constant reminder of how badly I failed myself. Please help, any advice would be appreciated.

M25, I had a bit of a depressive episode last year, resulting in me becoming completely apathetic about my life. Desperate for an escape, I resorted to gluttony, eating as much as I wanted whenever I wanted. If I had to guess, I was probably eating close to 4-5k calories a day. As you might imagine, I started gaining weight rapidly, and within nine months or so, I put on about 100 pounds.

Long story short, I decided to make a change earlier this year. Starting in February, I got serious about weight loss and my diet, and have managed to lose almost all the extra weight. I’m still obese, and have a long way to go before I’m in a healthy range, but it feels good to be rid of that perfidious depression weight

That being said, I’m now faced with the challenge of living with my post weight loss body. I’ve been fat my whole life, but I never really had any stretch marks prior to last year. Now? My previously smooth, clear stomach and thighs are completely covered in deep, long stretch marks. My stomach and sides look like a bear raked its claws across it.

Yes, I know stretch marks are common, and that everyone has at least a few, but this is different. It bothers me tremendously that just a year ago, I didn’t have them. My skin was smooth and unmarked. Now I have these unsightly, grisly looking scars. I cannot express enough how much of a source of anguish they are for me. Above all I else, I think it’s the permanence of them, and the fact that I only have myself to blame for them that bothers me most.

Please help, any advice would be appreciated.

M25, I had a bit of a depressive episode last year, resulting in me becoming completely apathetic about my life. Desperate for an escape, I resorted to comfort eating, consuming as much as I wanted whenever I wanted. If I had to guess, I was probably eating close to 4-5k calories a day. As you might imagine, I started gaining weight rapidly, and within nine months or so, I put on about 100 pounds.

Long story short, I decided to make a change earlier this year. Starting in February, I got serious about weight loss and my diet, and have managed to lose almost all the extra weight. I’m still obese, and have a long way to go before I’m in a healthy range, but it feels good to be rid of that perfidious depression weight

That being said, I’m now faced with the challenge of living with my post weight loss body. I’ve been fat my whole life, but I never really had any stretch marks prior to last year. Now? My previously smooth, clear stomach and thighs are completely covered in deep, long stretch marks. My stomach looks like a bear raked its claws across it.

Yes, I know stretch marks are common, and that everyone has at least a few, but this is different. It bothers me tremendously that just a year ago, I didn’t have them. My skin was smooth and unmarked. Now I have these unsightly, grisly looking scars. I cannot express enough how much of a source of anguish they are for me. Above all I else, I think it’s the permanence of them, and the fact that I only have myself to blame for them that bothers me most.

Please help, any advice would be appreciated.

To the extent that you even pay attention to other people’s appearances, do you find the average woman to be more aesthetically appealing than the average man? By appealing, I don’t necessarily mean romantic allure, but rather “objective” or conventional attractiveness.

It goes without saying that women here who are exclusively same sex attracted will answer yes to this question, so it’s more so aimed at heterosexual women.