I don’t like people who think ugliness is a choice. Personally, when I was a child, I never had problems: I was a pretty little thing and my mother would dress me in lovely clothes she made herself. But when I became a teenager, I had loads of acne, braces and insisted on wearing clothing that didn’t exactly suit me (I was a goth and not one of the cool looking ones).
I felt ugly and most of my friends and I were rejected by our peers. When I was sixteen though, my spots faded and I cut my hair short. Best thing I ever did.
I stopped caring about what others thought of me and gradually started to find my confidence. And people noticed and started to find me attractive.
Now, I have made my peace and can say that I feel sexy, attractive and beautiful in my own way. I am happy in my skin. But I will never forget that feeling of being ugly and awkward. I still feel that way inside quite often and only time will change that.
So when I see people bitching about some poor spotty kid, I get really annoyed.
People are all different. Nobody is better, nobody is worse. I really hate it. Being beautiful makes you no better. We’re all going to be food for worms some day, beautiful people included.
