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Various thoughts:
I worked out some time ago that being either fat, ugly or both was irrelevant. They continually try and tell me otherwise, but whenever I'm lucky enough to see, say, the sun rise over the ocean, I am reminded of what beauty really is. Sometimes I cave in and lock myself in my room, too - as the Barbewoman I unforgivably cancelled a meeting with recently will testify.
All people are quite funny looking, when you really look at them.
The truth is, that cliche about beauty being in the eye of the beholder is... well, the truth. I never fail to be unmoved by the 'stunnas' in The Sun. And if this makes you feel better - most people are so unaware of others when they amble along the street that a two headed monster could go rampaging amongst them, breathing fire and eating small children, without them noticing. As long as they don't push in front of them in the bus queue.
Everyone feels ugly. Everyone's fucked up to some degree. Some are just better at bullshitting their way through it. |
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