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Ugly

Ugly…
The first word that pops in my head when I look in the mirror.
Is that not normal? Is that not the same for you?
If it is, how do you hide your self-hatred so well?
How do you feel so comfortable showing off your body?

I wish I could be like you.
I wish I could feel comfortable getting dolled up, taking photos of myself.
But I don’t.
Instead I hide my womanly features, I hide from the camera.
Why?
If I put effort into my appearance, people will think I think I look good, and then judge me for still being ugly.
Sounds silly, right?
I know, but I can’t even look in the mirror in a public restroom out of fear that other women will see me freshening up my look, and then judge me for even trying when there is nothing I can do to look pretty.
Same goes for photos.

Don’t get me wrong. I take selfies, but I feel weird sharing them.
I feel weird looking at them.
I just don’t feel special enough, I don’t feel worthy.
All I see is flaw after flaw after flaw.
And I dread when my friends want to take photos with me.
I always look so ugly compared to them.
It depresses me.
But still I take photos with them, to make them happy.

I hate that I feel this way. I wish I could get past it.
I always try to convince myself that I am beautiful, but it’s hard.
How can I believe such a thing when there is no proof?
Rarely do I receive compliments on my looks.
My mom always told me that’s because no one compliments the pretty girl.
I know that’s not true.

And so what if I am really ugly?
What’s wrong with that?
Why can’t I accept it and own it?
Why can’t I just be comfortable in my own skin?

My biggest regret so far is that I’ve never learned to love myself.
I took my youth for granted, I wasted it feeling insecure and ashamed.
And now that chapter in my life is over.
It sucks.
But I guess all I can do now is pick up the pieces and try.
Try to see beauty through my doubt.
I just don’t know if it’s possible.
No matter what I do, when I look in the mirror, all I see is ugly.
…Ugly.


Trapped in a Well of Despair

Being me is extremely uncomfortable. The amount of self hatred I have makes my skin crawl. I feel so disconnected from reality, like I am battling a constant identity crisis and I am in so deep that I can’t be present. I can’t mentally engage with the world.

I often wonder if there is anyone else out there who suffers the same way I do. I struggle every day to get out of bed, and I continue to struggle until my head hits the pillow again. I feel so unaccomplished, and the guilt burns deep within my soul, often paralyzing my body and my mind.

Every night, I go to bed hopeful that tomorrow will be a better day, that tomorrow I will do something that makes me proud. But when my alarm rings the next morning, I have no motivation to get up and get moving. What I feel is absolute exhaustion, and it is near impossible to push through it. So, I turn off my alarm and go back to sleep… until I wake up again with excrutiating anxiety from being a failure once again.

I am sick and tired of feeling worthless, but life is meaningless. We do nothing but work, and we have endless responsibilities. All for nothing. We just die, we cease to exist. And what is the point of that? I can’t find one. Maybe if there was a reason for all of this trouble, like if there was an afterlife. But there isn’t. So, how do I get excited to live, to be me, when there is nothing special about me? I just live to die like everyone else. Honestly, I have no clue how other people ignore this fact, how they convince themselves they are leading a life of purpose. I wish I had their false sense of importance.

Is there any hope for me?