The feeling that one was not good enough became louder than a whisper. There was a germ of self-doubt that was growing alarmingly fast since I was always comparing myself to the people I saw online. Wanting to look your best is one thing, but feeling like your very existence is a problem that needs to be fixed is quite another. And I was precisely there. With its never-ending supply of polished professionals and hip creatives, London’s dating scene felt like a high-stakes match that I was losing...