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Anonymous File :-(, x)
I spent a lot of time worrying (worrying, not doing anything) about my physique until I hit age 16 or so (mind you, I wasn't a lethargic mass of shitbutter, I was just a little chubby). Then, I quit caring. As gay as it sounds, I was myself (myself is a funny, social guy, so maybe this is an isolated incident) and I hooked up with and got a girlfriend (a relationship that lasted 10 months or so). She was pretty attractive, though half Mexican -- she actually resembles the OP very closely. She was a fitness buff, so, in turn, I became a fitness bump. We broke up, and with the physique I had gained through the relationship, I went on a year long fuckspree with just about any girl that had a pulse -- it was fruitless, but it was either sleep or ejaculate. The choice was obvious. Then, I quit caring about my physique, but I didn't become a fatty or anything like that. Now, I'm 18, and I'm dating another (imo) attractive girl (pictured). I wouldn't go so far as to say that one should give up on the pursuit of a girl. I sure as shit wouldn't make it a goal to get a girl. In my experience, it just happens. You have to learn to be happy with yourself. By now, you've probably stopped reading and I could probably type whatever the fuck I want. Nigger.
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