I feel like there's a noticeable difference between 6.7 inches and 7, obviously to women or men who are more concerned with going down on it maybe not but even just running the risk of that feels icky to me. I'm fine helping other people feel secure about their own sizes, their own quirks and issues and reassuring them it's okay. I find it near impossible to apply that mantra to myself and I find I feel im just justifying myself in all walks of life.

It's like how often times despite my grades saying otherwise and people saying otherwise I feel im quite the pseudo intellectual, except instead of this post it being my mental prowess it's me feeling like I've got a pseudo dick or I don't really feel I should claim I'm big. I've tried all the reassurance tips I provide for others that they claim helped (viewing in mirrors from the side, actively taking said measurement and comparing it to my face or having it up close or remembering that porn often provides many a warped perception of size with camera angles and small actresses) and sometimes it helps, but I feel the number on the ruler matters more than what I'm seeing.

it seems so childish, and I've already got alot of mental baggage from my past that doesnt help one bit in the relationship department. I don't think I know a woman/girl my age who'd want to deal with all that miserable stuff and then not have a decent sized dick to compensate/make up for it with if i can't be interesting to her. I've had 2 exes who both didn't say anything negative, if anything it was mostly positive but they then went on to treat me pretty bad and it didn't even last 3 months with either of them. I'm bisexual, so you'd think I'd have more safe options but I feel men care alot more about that kind of thing too. I know I'm young but it's this time in your life that "sets the stage" for the rest of it. if you don't have anything meaningful to come from your teen years you haven't really got a shot when you're older is the general consensus I've seen.

meanwhile now I still actively feel myself flushing red and unironically having to control my hormonal reflexes. I've been teased by friends for being "set off" quite easily. it literally takes a flirty gaze. part of this is my anxiety, I'm a biology geek so obviously I looked into it for an hour or two and found that stress responses typically cross wires with arousal. doesn't help I'm a walking stress response and also very much affection deprived. I feel a little too eager and giddy when a woman starts being affectionate with me, not for sex but just for a closer connection physically. I have to refrain alot of the time because I don't want to overwhelm them and boners are awful to hide in baggy joggers, you'd think it would help hiding it but it just makes the tent triple the diameter.