Everyday i am reminded that i am ugly and i hate it the best compliments i can have is your starting to get pretty or stop pushing your mouth your just making yourself look more ugly. I was called the most ugliest girl out of my class. One time a little boy stop in the middle of the streets once he got a look of my face he looked scared like if i was a monster or something. Once it was me and my friend she asked her sister and brother if they think i am pretty out of no where she asked them they shook their head no. Also i was compared to many things a dog i was called a thing i was even called shrek i dont think i am green. Boy just look at me in disgust and when i catch someone in surprise they would make this disgusting sound once they see my face. I almost everyday i am told that i will grow up to have no one but cats to live with. I hate being reminded everyday that i am ugly just another reason why i want to die. I just pretend that i am happy and all the comments dont bother me and put on a smile maybe one day if i dont get push to the edge and decided not to end my life maybe i will be happy.
As for now i just got to keep pretending that i am happy and hoping one day before its to late i will be happy right now i will contiune to hurt.
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hi there. I used to feel like you did-with people saying the same thing. Guess what? My looks didn’t change-but as soon as I started feeling pretty (it’s a long story how, but I’ll get to it in a minute) those same people started saying I was the most beautiful girl in the school. I even won a beauty pageant and got a modeling contract. Many models-including Tyra Banks-say they were teased as kids and called UGLY. Tyra Banks!!! I will post later in detail how my self esteem changed, but basically, some people from a different country met me in high school. They thought I was the most beautiful thing on the planet. I thought they were making fun of me, but the meant it. Slowly, I learned beauty can be cultural. And when I thought I was pretty, everyone in school did, too. I never thought I was worth anything, but things turned out differently. Seeing my school psychologist helped, too. I thought nothing would be right, but everything turned out just fine. Honest.