You’re NOT a real femcel is a parody of the ‘No, you’re NOT a gamer‘ copypasta that started as a post on the r/rant subreddit and became a meme.
I’m so sick of all these people that think they’re femcels. No, you’re not. Most of you are not even close to being femcels. I see these people saying “I haven't took a shower for over 100 hours, it’s great!” that’s nothing, most of us can easily avoid showers for 300+ hours in all our lives. I see people who only have self diagnosed autism and claim to be femcels. Come talk to me when you have clinically diagnosed schizophrenia, bipolar depression and 15+ past suicide attempts with at least 3 of them being successful, then we be friends.
Also DEAR ALL WOMEN IN RELATIONSHIPS: A woman in a toxic relationship is not a real femcel. A woman in a tinder relationship is not a real femcel. A woman in a roblox relationship is not a real femcel. A woman in a relationship with a GPT ai chatbot is not a real femcel. A woman in a relationship with the nice guy that emerged from the walls after she stopped taking her pills is is not a real femcel. Women in any kinds of relationships are NOT.REAL.FEMCELS. Break up with your cringe ass moid beta boyfriends and be based and redpilled sigma females for once.
Sincerely, all the ACTUAL femcels.
You will never be a real femcel
Based on the original ‘You Will Never Be A Real Woman (YWNBAW)‘ copypasta that started from 4chan.
You will never be a real femcel. You have no plain face, you have no flat and unappealing ass, you have no butter face without the nice bod. You are a beautiful woman twisted by TV and social media into believing yourself a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “insults” you get are sarcastic and come from a place of love. Behind your back people adore you. Your parents are proud of you, your “enemies” extol your gorgeous appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly attracted to you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out babes like you with incredible efficiency. Thinking of you as ugly is uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your perfect bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll still be able to tell just how beautiful you are.
You will always be happy. You wrench out a genuine smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok (it is), but deep inside you feel the joy creeping up like a flower, ready to crush you under the tremendous weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to deny- you’ll achieve romantic success, tie the knot, put the ring around your finger, and plunge into years of joy awaiting you. Your parents will find you, happy and content that they no longer have to see you unable to appreciate your own inner radiance. They’ll bury you with a hug while screaming your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a stunning woman is right there. Your body will glow and radiate beauty, and all that will remain of your legacy is a magnum opus of brilliance that is unmistakably yours.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.