Who am I without a glass filter?

I am handsome

I am ripped and adorned with muscles

I am the fix for the lust of beautiful women

I am a victim to the capitalistic, sex-crazed society that has ensnared this generation

I am a number.

But when I look through the glass filter, who am I?

I am weak but not broken

I am dazed but not lost

I am chivalrous but never loved

I know who I am

I am no longer a number.

I am real.