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“I’m Ugly and I’m Proud”
Yes, this is a SpongeBob reference- but I mean it
The other day, I created a thread in a random spur of anger about accepting my looks. In this thread, I shared how through life, I have always thought I was “ugly” and still struggle with the thought every now and then.
But now, I have started to realize that I can only work with what I have (a broken mirror) instead of worrying about what I don’t.
I also realized that beauty is truly subjective which is something that we can all argue about from the moon and back.
However, I commented that I believe beauty is subjective due to my experience as someone deemed “ugly” who has managed to find people that find me attractive.
“He must not be ugly then?”
Well, my life up until now can tell you different.
Anyway, the thread I posted under is filled with individuals that seek confirmation about their looks.
“What can I fix?”
“Am I ugly?”
“I’m so tired of being ugly, I want it to stop.”
Comments filled with desperation and grieving.
The more I read, the angrier I got.
