I think everyone has been called ugly at one time or another. I was called ugly by some little boy once when I was in grade school and I remember it really hurt my feelings. I have to admit though, I wasn’t a pretty kid. I was cute from birth - age 5 and it was all downhill from there until I was about 16. Then I started getting kinda cute and boys/men started noticing me. But I no longer give a shit what people think of my looks. I say, if you think I’m ugly, don’t look at me!
Oh, hell yeah.
um, Falcon, perhaps you’ve forgotten but my reaction to seeing pix of you, strongly reinforced by meeting you in person last month at the Dallas DopeFest, was SPROING!
(the above sound effect referred, of course, to my eyes popping out Tex Avery-style. What did you think I meant?)
believe me, I want you for your looks. I think you’re incredibly sexy and if I weren’t married you would have been late for your plane that weekend.
I hope my complete sincerity is detectable through the Net.
Yes, my dear sister made it a point to call me fat and ugly every time my parents were out of range. What’s more important is that no one ever called me pretty. You can stand a few “uglies” if they are balanced by enough “pretties”!
actually… I have been called ugly now that I REALLY think about it, and not even in HS, but before HS in Elementary and on up to 7th grade…
I was 85lbs until 6th grade, and only had 6inch biceps until like, 7th grade, so I was REALLY small, but then I decided I could make something of myself, so I started eating LOTS more, even when I wasn’t hungry, and weightlifting for hrs a day…
by the time I was in 9th grade I was weighing in at 135lbs, 5’6" bodyfat ratio=4.35 and my blood pressure cholesterol was 88,
I now (just beginning 10th grade) weigh 145, am 6’7", my cholesterol is 86, and my bodyfat ratio is somewhere about 4.25
not too bad, eh?
so now I get compliments, but I can safely say I did this all for my own happiness, no one else’s…
I’m going to marry YOU, Ad Noctum.
Not because of how you look, but because I like your name 
And yes, I’ve been called ugly…I, um, still get called ugly, because I don’t have conventional looks…umm…not showing any pictures or anything.
But yeah, I’ve been called ugly, abominable, fat, chubby, “like Jello”, “not feminine”, “mannish”, and disgusting.
It was especially bad in 6th gradem, when I was 5’ and 180 lbs.
Since then, it got better. I grew seven inches, slimmed up a great deal, hit puberty, muscled up some.
Not bad for the fat nerd.
School was a nightmare. I was ‘Rose The Bear’, ‘The Lesbian’, and my personal favorite ‘William’ for a number of years. I was a fat little kid, glasses, and had horrible teeth. Every year, right before school started, my mom would give me a short haircut. I was mistaken for a boy more times than I care to admit. The one that sticks out in my memory the most is when I was at the zoo with my Great Aunt Nina. She bought me a balloon animal (an octopus) and the guy asked if I wanted my name on it. I said yes, and told him my name. He wrote ‘Ross’ on the balloon and handed it to me. I started crying instantly. My aunt told him I was a girl, and he made me a new one, but at that point I didn’t even want it anymore. Later that same day, we were riding home on the bus, and I sat in the single seat by the back door. I liked sitting there because I could pretend I was alone. Anyway, this old lady says to my aunt “You should watch him” and I started crying again.
I have one more. When I was about 7 or so, my mom sent me to day camp in the summer. Once a week or so, we could go to the Roller-Rama and skate. They had a disco ball and a DJ (hey, it was the 70’s :)) The DJ would make an announcement that the next song was for ladies only, and all boys had to get off the rink. I would be happily skating and some teenage jerko would come over and tell me to stop skating because the song was only for girls. This happened to me every single time.
I went home crying enough times that my mom should have known it bothered me, but she never did anything about it. If I mention it to her now, she gives me the ‘I Was A Horrible Mother’ speech, complete with guilt and sarcasm.
So I guess the answer is yes, I have been called ugly (not to mention fat, lazy, smelly, buggy, pizza-face, four-eyes and the all-emcompassing 'gross), both indirectly and flat-out. And I still see the ugly little boy-girl in the mirror.
Rose
nope.
I’m not sure of that exact word… but I was called fat a LOT when I was a kid, which I was. This little twit said I ought to wear a bra in grade 7. That mega hurt at the time.
Now, apparently, I’m cute, which is shocking to me.
Let’s see, I’ve been called ugly, a cow, a dog, four-eyes, tinselteeth and metal mouth. I’ve been told I would be pretty if only I would _____fill in the blank. I was told that I would only get f****d if I had a bag over my head. I was even told by someone close that it was a shame that I didn’t have a decent personality, because I would always find it hard to get dates based on looks alone. Even now, I have family members who basically tell me that it’s a good thing that I’m married because I certainly couldn’t snag one now. So yes, I’ve been told I’m ugly.
Oh yeah. I was told I was ugly. Fat, Zitzophrenic, Four-eyes, Poodlehead. It didn’t help that my mom & dad never tried to dispel what the kids at school said when they made fun of me. When I’d come home crying they would always say " now why would you care about that?" or “you’re so bright, you shouldn’t care what the other kids think”. I would have settled for a half-hearted “sweetie, you’re beautiful!” I internalized a lot of it and it’s still with me today. If I’d actually been pretty, someone would have told me by now, right?
I think the worst instance I can remember was when I replaced my giant glasses from the Janet Reno Eyewear Emporium with contact lenses. Suddenly I felt beautiful! I saw my face for the first time without it being fuzzy! And this boy I liked told me I looked better with glasses. I was crushed, and angry. I mean, this is my goddamn face!
It hasn’t happened for years, but I was called “ugly” countless times when I was little - before high school. When I was little, I was extremely short; had a one-inch (no, that’s not a typo) overbite; braces (starting at age 9); thick glasses (one lens only, so one eye was magnified and one wasn’t); a patch over one eye; extremely pale, pasty, white skin; and several fever blisters on my mouth at all times.
Now my teeth are straight, I don’t wear glasses, I’m a normal height, and my pasty white skin is called “porcelain” and is the envy of most everyone I meet. But I can still remember how much it hurt to have people laugh at me at best and announce they didn’t want the “ugly four-eyes” on their side at worst.
Kids are so mean sometimes. Adults too.
There must be something about those balloon guys. I was at a fair once, in my ugliest state (I think I had just gotten the eye patch) and there was a big crowd watching the balloon guy make animals. There were several children there in wheelchairs or with crutches, and each time he made an animal he would give it to one of those kids. Then, out of a big crowd, he zeroed in on me and presented me with one. He obviously thought my hideousness must be due to a handicap of some sort. I was so humiliated; I can’t even begin to describe how utterly mortified I was. The people who had brought me to the fair (some neighbors) knew immediately what had happened and just got me out of there quick, and as soon as I was out of sight I threw the balloon away. I didn’t even want to touch it. I’m sure the balloon guy was trying to do a nice thing but it still hurt. My heart has a pain right now just from writing about it even though this happened a good 25 years ago.
This topic is bringing back a lot of very depressing memories. 
Oh, yeah, I got it all. You can’t really imagine what it’s like to be 5’10", weigh 132 pounds, and hear from EVERYONE, including your own family, how you’d look so pretty if you just lost ten pounds. I look at the pictures of me at 14 now, and I look emaciated. Back then, people called me a cow. Christ, I’m only 2 inches taller, if that, and I weigh about 70 pounds more, so what does that make me now? Have I moved into whale territory? No, wait, I got that too, back then. There’s not an animal big enough to describe me now.
At various times, I was made fun of for my hair (my aunts took me to the hairdresser in 1987, when I was 9 years old and my mom was in her 3rd year of medical school, and I came home with a spiked hairdo that I HATED and NEVER wanted), my lips (which are rather large–apparently, now that I’m old, they’re sexy, but I’ll never see it that way), my hands (eczema), my shoe size, the gap between my two front teeth, my bra size, my clothes, my complete abhorrence toward makeup, hairspray, and dresses, my hips and ass, and…well, I can go on, but I won’t. Worse than that, though, is the fact that thanks to my looks, complete strangers assumed that I was stupid. Eventually, I learned to use that against me–the element of surprise is a good thing. I’ve learned not to hold it against people that they called me stupid, but having my looks insulted constantly from the age of 7 or 8 onward has embittered me, and I doubt I’ll ever have that much of a self-esteem because of it. People call me beautiful now, all the time. Because of what I went through before, I just don’t believe them. Or, as is the case with some, I simply assume that their tastes run toward fat, plain-looking chicks, and leave it at that.
You are beautiful.
I am neither lying, nor am I attracted to something which is lacking in anything.
I you disbelieve me on either count, break up with me now.
You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.
Yer pal,
Satan
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I am so saddened that 3 of the ladies I hold in such high esteem and revere…::bows low::, truly see and/or think of themselves this way…
intolerance in any form and especially in children tells us that we, as human beings are NOT making progress…it is disgraceful, the amount of people that are scarred by these behaviours of others…you often heat the old adage that ‘children can be cruel’…well, they sure as hell can…and the effects can haunt for life.
I apologize to you that other members of the human race treated you thusly… but you are all, in my books, my opinion, my personal beauty-meter, BEAUTIFUL.
and Drain Bead…I have seen your pic too…it pains me that you think this way about yourself, but that is your own perception, and I will not attempt to change it…but I think you are beautiful and so is satan…
Magdalene, I can really relate to that. My parents never once told me I was beautiful, pretty or cute. Not once. It was if the subject of beauty were somehow taboo. I’d hear friend’s parents tell them how great they looked, and I’d think “Geez, I must be really ugly if even my parents don’t think I’m pretty”.
Perhaps they just didn’t want me to be shallow, but a child needs to know that their parent’s think that they are the most beautiful creature alive, inside and out. Along with telling my son how smart, brave, funny, and strong he is, I also make sure and tell him how beautiful he is to me. And he tells me I’m the prettiest Mommy in the world. It breaks my heart that my first family missed out on that.
Yes, and I still am called ugly as well as fat, ect.
Oh well , fi they can’t take the time to know who I am under all this, screw em ! ( Can I say that in MPSIMS ? )
Speaking of what parents do to their kids: my mother has been telling me for years how fat I am. It doesn’t matter what I weigh – a couple of years ago I lost 56 pounds and she still said I was fat – and I was not, by any definition of the word, fat after losing that 56 pounds.
We used to work in the same building and one time we both were in the hallway. A woman I had previously worked with but hadn’t seen for several months walked up. I had just lost 17 pounds, which my mother knew about. This other woman saw me and complimented me on how nice I looked and how she could tell I had lost a lot of weight, whereupon my mother chimed in with, “Well, she might have lost 17 pounds so far but she’s got a LONG way to go.” And I probably weighed maybe 130 at the time – I wasn’t a stick but 17 pounds was a good percentage of my total weight; it’s not as if I weighed 500 pounds and thus 17 missing pounds wouldn’t be very noticeable.
When my mother made her comment, the other woman was obviously taken aback at what a mean thing it was to say. She said something again about how great I looked, which made dear old mom repeat that I had a long way to go and I’d probably just gain it all back anyway. This other woman was so embarrassed for me. I would have told my mother to fuck off but I couldn’t bring myself to use that language in front of this other woman, so I just stood there with my face frozen.
Missbunny - Omigoodness that is so cruel. I am so sorry you had to experience that.