Her name was Temika and everyone used to call her the “booger girl”. Probably because she got caught picking her nose one time.
She was the skinniest little girl that ever lived. Her skin was the color of carmel, as was her hair, so that kinda made her look weird. She had little bitty eyes and squinted all the time, even when she wore her giant glasses. It didn’t help that she had behavioral problems and was considered slow. One time a teacher had to tie her down in her seat to keep her still. In retrospect, I think she had Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.
In middle school, I felt like the ugliest kid but my official label was the craziest kid.
Jenny. I suppose it came from years of taunting, but by Jr. High, Jenny’s biggest problem was her rather unfortunate disposition.
I was always the kid who tried to be nice to everybody - couldn’t do it with Jenny though. Any attempts to be friendly were rebuffed in the rudest way possible. I assumed then (as I do now) that she was just to the point of hating everybody for being so mean to her.
Her brother was actually a babe, and I always hoped she would grow out of her unattractiveness. I don’t know if she ever did, and if so, if it helped with her personality.
Fortunately, most kids with ugly features become nicer as all the other bits and pieces growup to match them. Most of the gangly ones tend to turn out really sexy; wish I stayed in touch with a few of them.
That said, there’s also some fugly kids in school that still are fugly 10 years later and some real lookers that rapidly turned ugly.
A few years back, I ran into the girl who had been the most popular cheerleader in highschool. She had been gorgeous-- the kind of girl whose hair was always worthy of a shampoo commercial, whose looks would have easily blended with the cast of one of those teen melodrama sitcoms.
I was stunned at what had happened to her. She had become grossly obese, and her hair had been burned by some gawd-awful chemical treatment. She was missing teeth, and her skin was pitted and rough-looking. I barely recognized her.
For a mecrifully brief moment, I wanted to taunt her . . . to give her a taste of the cruelty she had dished out to the less-beautiful people while she was Miss Teen Queen.
But, thankfully, the moment passed. I didn’t sink to her level. But a small, mean part of me still wishes I had!
::sigh:: Yeah, I was the ugly one. I was cute up until 1st grade, and then I just ballooned like Veruca Salt after she ate that blueberry pie gumball. Only, I didn’t have Oompa Loompahs rolling me around (but, I was still asked on a daily basis in junior high school how I doing in the cross-country rolling rankings). The teasing, taunting, and torment ended about when I started high school, but the ugliness continues to live on.
>slight hijack<
Years ago I worked with a girl who was stick thin, wore glasses, had arms and legs like matchsticks, mousy brown hair, freckles, no boobs…on the face of it a walking catastrophe.
BUT!! when that girl smiled the whole room lit up and not only that she had a certain something, call it oomph!
that made men and women gaze at her adoringly.
I wonder what she’s doing now and if she got married ever.
I had a group of boys come up to me and say, “Girl, you’re a nerd. You hear me? An ugly nerd.” I ignored them (what else do you do?)
My friend and I were walking down the hall and someone spit in her face and called us ugly.
I’ve been told I’m pretty now, and ever so often I feel that way, but it’s really hard to forget things like that. Spogga’s advice is the best.
Disease,hunger,deprivation,murder,poverty,religion,intolerance,child abuse,racism and so many more in or around the same category.
So far as humans are concerned I don’t in all honesty think anyone is ugly, we are some mothers son or daughter and we are for the most part loved by our parents.
FWIW I think the question posed by the OP belongs in the garbage can.
You people stun me. Self-deprecating…I dunno…it doesn’t seem to serve a purpose. The rest of you are just fucking mean. This sort of banter is usually reserved for junior high. Knock it off. I wish someone would close this thread.
I’ve been called on my self-deprecation a lot of times. Hell, a promotion I was hoping for was in jeopardy because the higher-ups believed that no one would respect me or listen to me if I busted out a joke that poked a bit of fun of me.
I don’t really know why I do it, to be honest. I do know I started poking fun at myself about the time the teasing from everyone else pretty much stopped. I guess it’s part of a defense mechanism, maybe? Tease myself before someone else does? It hurts less coming from me than someone else? ::shrug:: Not much of an answer, I know.
There’s nothing wrong with self-depricating humor (though, like anything else under the sun, it can be taken too far). I find that it helps to show that you have a sense of humor, and that you have a healthy enough ego to laugh at your own stupidities.
Of course, in some settings this is frowned upon, as taking oneself entirely too seriously and being hypersensitive are seen by some as an appropriate way to conduct oneself.
When I was in the fifth grade, there was a fat girl in class that everyone made fun of. Except me, since I was a fat kid with glasses, but I was so big nobody messed with me 'cuz all I had to do was fall on 'em…
My family moved around a lot, too, so I was always the new kid, and it was good and bad, since I wasn’t stuck with the “ugly rap” and could start over at a new school.
Anyway, fast forward five years to the 10th grade, and I’ve grown to be a tall, skinny, gangly, nerdy adolescent. The first day of classes I sit down in Geometry next to this smoking hot blonde with piercing violet eyes. She had something written on her shirt, and I worked up the nerve to ask her about it and she asked me “did you go to such and such middle school?” It turns out that she was the fat girl in the 5th grade, and she remembered me for being the only person in the 5th grade who was nice to her.
We became nearly inseperable. I lost my virginity to that girl.
He he he my brother used to call me ugly, really pissed me off to…until i realised it was because a few girls used to think i was not bad and he was a big fat prick. Also because when i was sixteen i had been going out with the same girl for two years and did so for another two years, i think he finally lost his virginity 6 or seven years after that at age 26 and chilled out a particular amount.
I was and still am fairly short at 5 6’ but I’ve got a bloody fantastic sense of homour, confident and modest (pffft) and keep fit, never thought of or got told i was ugly by anyone except my brother.
Now spud was a different case all together, in year 7 he was short, spud shaped and with the same complexion as a potato, grumpy, aggressive, he wore calipers on his legs and was a total asshole. He came back to the same school in about year ten, no calipers, good at sports, funny as hell, a bit of a rogue, got along well with everyone…he was still called spud though but he was treated like everyone else…because he was.
