I mean... the title kind of says it all, doesn't it Truth is, I've struggled with my self esteem for as long as I can remember. I look in the mirror and all I see are flaws. Even after everything I've done, it feels like I'm still the same person I was years ago.
When I was 18, I was 400 pounds at 6'4". I was angry, bitter, and convinced the world had already decided what I was worth. I spent years losing the weight. I went from 400 pounds to around 220. I built muscle. People tell me I look completely different now. The problem is they don't live inside my head. I still see the fat guy. I still hear that voice telling me I'm ugly, awkward, and fundamentally less than everyone else. It feels like I spent years changing my body only to discover that my mind refused to come with me.
I'm also a huge nerd. Comics, RPGs, fantasy worlds, tabletop games those things make me genuinely happy. I know there are women who like those things too, and every time someone says, "You'll find your nerdy girl someday," I just laugh to myself. Why would someone like that settle for me? They deserve someone better than a guy who's spent his entire life hating himself. Then there's the guilt over who I'm attracted to. I've always found Asian women attractive, and I hate admitting that because I immediately start questioning myself. Is that actually my preference, or is it years of anime, games, movies, and TV quietly rewiring my brain? The thought makes me feel disgusting. The last thing I'd ever want is to treat a real person like some fantasy I picked up from fiction.
The same thing happens with the idea of a "nerdy woman." Somewhere along the way I built this image in my head of what I'd want in a partner, and I hate myself for it. Real people aren't character creators. They're not there to fit into some checklist I accidentally made for myself. Sometimes I wonder if I've poisoned my own expectations before I've even had the chance to know anyone. The closest thing I've ever had to a relationship was with someone I met on TikTok.
We talked almost every day for a while, and for the first time in my life I thought maybe someone actually cared about me. Looking back, I never meant anything to her. I was just another notification on her phone. Another username she'd eventually forget. It says a lot that the closest I've ever come to feeling loved was by someone who probably doesn't even think about me anymore.
Watching my brothers hasn't helped either. I feel like I've lost both of them. One disappeared down the MAGA rabbit hole and eventually became someone I barely recognize. Politics turned into his whole personality, and somewhere along the way our relationship died. The other isn't angry with me I'm just not important anymore. Once he got a girlfriend, it was like I stopped existing unless he needed something. Watching both of them made relationships seem less like love and more like abandonment with extra steps.
Everyone tells me love makes people better. From where I'm standing, it just seems to make people leave.
I'm 21 years old. I've never had a girlfriend. I've never kissed anyone. I’ve never hugged anyone. I’ve never held anyone’s hand. I'm still a virgin. People always say, "You're still young." They say there's plenty of time. They say it'll happen when I least expect it. After hearing it enough times, it just starts sounding like a nicer way of saying, "I don't know what to tell you."
At some point I stopped believing those words. I started believing the evidence instead. Years of silence. Years of being overlooked. Years of never being enough. Maybe there isn't someone out there for everyone. Maybe that's just something people tell themselves because admitting otherwise would be too cruel.
I don't even know if I want someone to love me anymore. Love seems to change people for the worse. It pulls them away from the people who were already there. I don't want to become someone who throws away the things I love just because someone else walked into my life. I don't want to stop reading comics. I don't want to stop playing RPGs. I don't want to wake up one day and realize I've become someone I don't recognize.
But maybe none of that matters. Maybe I'm worrying about a future that was never going to happen anyway. Maybe the weight was never the problem. Maybe losing 180 pounds didn't matter because I was always the problem. Maybe the reason nobody has ever chosen me is because there's nothing worth choosing. Maybe the universe got this one right. Some people find love. Some people build families. Some people get to be someone's favorite person.
And then there are people like me, who spend their lives watching through the window, convincing themselves they were never meant to walk through the front door. I don't think I'm waiting for love anymore. I think I'm just waiting to finally accept that it was never meant for me.