I'm ugly. No, you don't call me pretty to make me feel better. I don't need those words. I'm not typing this to make you feel pitiful over me. I don't need lies, I need nothing. The fact is, not everybody is beautiful. Take me for example. I'm fat and I don't look good with random clothes you put over me. I can't pull off a garbage like clothes. I would only look two times more ugly that I actually am. My face is huge, oily, and full of acne. Whatever make-up I put, the ugliness can't be hidden. Sometimes I hope I can mask my face 24/7/365. My scars, stretchmarks, birthmarks are not beautiful. Don't try to make me feel good by telling me that it's an evidence I went through hardships and overcame it because I didn't. It's probably healed but the ugliness don't. It still hurts my self-esteem no matter how healed it looks like and it would probably hurt for the rest of my life. I'm not beautiful. I'm ugly. (I'm writing this from 2016, exact one year. I hope by 2017, you feel good about yourself.)
