Ill tell you my story, I consider myself as a nice and Smart person but I’m damaged all because I’m not pretty enough, everything is about the fucking Way I look, young men since I’m a teenager have been harassing me about how disgusting and ugly I am, they made me hate myself, As an adult I realize this pain is eating me slowly, IT’s killing my Spírit and soul, I’m a depressing girl who cries everyday, I’ve never had a relationship, my low selfsteem has attracted jerks. I’ve been slutshamed, a goodamn asshole tried to rape me, I’m tired of liking guys, I know they’ll never like me back, only because the way I look, Men are the reason I want to kill myself everyday, their rejection, their violente against me since I’m a kid. I want a boyfriend but I’m not normal, I dont know if I can get fixed.
The reason I do not kill myself it’s because my parents, I would kill them both, they could not take the pain of losing me.
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Beauty is skin deep, their is someone out there that would like you or more if your likable.
I’m old enough to know that some young women might not have been all that attractive in their youth, but they take on a certain beauty as they age. So don’t worry about what others say or how you think you look now. Give yourself time to grow older and learn as you do, and I have no doubt you will become a very desirable women. Patience my friend, if I weren’t in the situation I am in…I’d date you in a second! 🙂
To hell with the beauty myth of society! Inside we’re all literal flesh-on-bone bags of shit. The facade of a pretty face won’t change that, so its lame to fall for pretty faces.
Hope that’d make ya feel better… I guess?
Beauty is nothing more than what society makes it. Be different. Ignore society. What makes society think it can tell you what is right and wrong when it comes to looks? Be yourself.
Not beauty related but still a society says what’s right and wrong thing.
I was in the grocery store and I bought dino egg oatmeal. My friends said that’s for kids. I looked back at him and said “just because I grew up my tastebuds did too?” You’re you and no one can change that.