I think I’m pretty in that babyfaced Irish kind of way. I’m in the “you’d be beautiful if you lost a lot of weight” category, I guess. (In this one, I was trying to stare at the camera, look up and click the mouse at the same time. It was hard, thus no smile.)
I don’t like the way my body looks, of course, but I’m not going to complain because everything I have is in working order. No shoes/man with no feet, yada yada yada.
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It is worth it.
Damn, is it worth it.
I’m such a nerd. My first thought were, “Nice lighting and composition”
This man does not lie.
I just had the following conversation with my husband.
Me: Am I ugly?
Him <shakes his head no>
Me: Am I pretty?
Him <nods yes>
Me: Am I beautiful?
Him: You’re pregnant.
Grrr. I think I’m pretty hot for a pregnant lady. See?
He says I was beautiful before though. Of course I was a bit made up for the occasion.
Pretty hot for a pregnant lady, indeed. You were a lovely bride, too.
Your husband is a wise (and lucky) man.
Lucky, yes. Wise… eh, if he really were he’d answer yes to the beautiful question.
Wow, thanks! 
We do indeed have some beautiful people. 
its true that im the ugliest man alive, im even listed in the dictionary… 
Hey! There were no ugly men in that picture! You promised me ugly men! :mad:
Are you the redhead? Mmmm, redheads.
I must concur with Haridmad-sol. Where are the ugly men at, you tease? 
Step away from the smiles, McKnittington!
Just removing the unnecessary disclaimer. Carry on.
I’ve never thought of myself as ugly per se but I spent most of my adolescence feeling unattractive and extremely distraught over my appearance. Freshmen year in high school, I got severe acne and it stuck around until a couple years ago (I’m 23). My skin’s not totally clear now and I have many scars but overall it’s not too bad.
The main problem I have now, which I suspect is the problem for most people who think they are unattractive, is a lack of self-confidence. I know intellectually there’s nothing really wrong with me but there’s still lingering emotional muck that’s hard to get through. I’m a senior in college and I’m only now beginning to achieve some measure of confidence in my physical self (have yet to bag a girlfriend). Here is a (slightly ghostly-looking) picture of me.
I’m plain. I’ve been told by one person that I’m not much t’ look at, and by another that I’m a dog t’ look at. Such nice comments. Yes, they still hurt a lot.
But … people talk to this face. Most of the time, they can’t help it. Total strangers come up to me and start up conversations.
So – I’m plain, with a compelling face.
I don’t think I’m ugly – even though years of being told I was whilst at school, and by my mother should have made me feel that way. I could probably stand to loose a few pounds, but I’m happy enough, and at least one other person finds me attractive, so hey, I can’t be that bad, can I?
Me, in the pub, at a Londope, probably, judging by my smile, in the late evening.
A few things:
foxymoron, you’re hotter than the surface of the sun.
To the person who said no ugly pictures have been posted yet - did you see my scary pic? I could give a hobo a heart attack with that picture!
Oh, and I am known to science as the only person who looks worse when smiling. Proof.
(I appologize for my hair. I just let it do what it wants. What it wants, apparantly, is to look pathetic and unkempt. Oh, I also appologize for the forehead, or, as my friends call it, my fivehead.)
Everyone knows this already but I have to repeat it. I love picture threads, or threads that become picture threads.
