By all widely held standards I am disgustingly ugly
I have a big nose, bad skin, droopy saggy brown eyes.
I am ugly. I am ugly and I am allowed to show my face in public. I am ugly and I am allowed to post my face online. I am ugly and I am just as capable and should be just as valuable as the beautiful girls. My smiles, my tears, my accomplishments, my pain, should hold just as much validity and social value as the beautiful girls. I will continue to post my ugly face and parade my ugly face around and wear bright colors and show my cleavage even though I have a big nose and bad skin because it’s MY big nose and bad skin, and if you don’t like it YOU go ahead and stay indoors. I will not be ashamed because someone else decided the way that I look is ugly. I will fight hard against the system that decided that women’s value is based on how they look and how they look alone, and the importance of their accomplishments lies entirely on how they look. I will fight hard by doing everything in my power to be happy ANYWAY.
I am ugly and I am trying hard to refuse to listen to the world which tells me I need to hate myself for this, the world that tells me that everything I do is worthless because of this. I have tried to ignore the way I look, to convince myself I look otherwise, and to wish I could change it through plastic surgery, but the fact is that I, and all the other ugly girls out there, have to live like this and can’t run away from it and can’t ignore the fact that the world defines us by our looks. But after we recognize that fact, we can fight it.
I refuse to let ugly be all that I am because the depression is/was eating me alive. I refuse to let other define me by how I look. I will be vocal and I will be heard.
Living well is the best revenge. Learning to be happy under the permanent curse of ugliness is my feminist rebellion.