im 24 now. i was around 12, in 7th grade, when it hit me hard how important looks were. i had a crush on one of the hottest girls in school and when i finally asked her out, she told me straight up that she just saw me as a friend and that she was in love with my friend(who she barely knew) who looked justin beber(me and my friend had the same swag.) Anyhow, she told me every girl in the school has had a crush on him at one point and i remember feeling like fucking defeated. He found out she liked him and she blew him in the school bathroom a few weeks later. i got over her pretty quick after a few weeks but that is what drove me to looksmax pretty much from that day forward. luckily i consider myself decently aesthetic now, but that story ill never forgot and will be in my memory banks for life.