I Know I Am Ugly
I know I'm ugly. It's never been a surprise. My family has called me ugly from day one and even in school, I was aware. I might have been cute as a baby but once I turned 2 or 3 years old, I started to look more and more like my father. And I never managed to grow with my face. I refuse to use any form of make-up and I don't want to dress to impress. I don't care what people think about me anymore. I can't be uncomfortable because of the opinion of people who mean nothing in my life.
But I'm fine with being ugly because if I come across someone who really cares about me, I will know its because of who I am and not because of what I look like. Those people who are classified as good-looking, beautiful or pretty, never know who to trust. Anyone can tell you anything when the world sees you like that but when you look like me, it's easier to figure who's really there for you. That's just how I see it.
I'm fine being ugly. And I'm okay with walking around ugly and people don't like it, they are free to pluck their eye's from their sorry heads because I just don't care anymore.
But I'm fine with being ugly because if I come across someone who really cares about me, I will know its because of who I am and not because of what I look like. Those people who are classified as good-looking, beautiful or pretty, never know who to trust. Anyone can tell you anything when the world sees you like that but when you look like me, it's easier to figure who's really there for you. That's just how I see it.
I'm fine being ugly. And I'm okay with walking around ugly and people don't like it, they are free to pluck their eye's from their sorry heads because I just don't care anymore.