I agree with MrVisible and Jester. Do those face exercises. The theatre classes I have taken told me to practice expressions, but I don’t take those classes now. I do continue the face exercises though. They have helped me get used to my face. It has heightened my appreciation for my features, even if I think that something could be changed. Then I think of all those around me that love me. They love me for who I am, not for what I look like. I believe that even I can be beautiful.
Little story. I was in 3rd grade, I was overweight(okay, so I still am, but I am more confident). I was also going through some premature growing. These combined made me feel very uncomfortable with myself. One day a fellow classmate, who was a model, told me I looked like Theodore from Alvin and the Chipmunks. I waited until I got outside for lunch recess and then I decked him. Did it feel great! The problem was I was stooping to his level. One of my best friends got mad at me. She said that she didn’t want to be my friend anymore because what I did. That hurt more than the what the rude boy said. I cried and said sorry to the boy, but he still hadn’t said sorry to me. I have never really forgiven him, but I know if I would see him today, he would definitely have learned his lesson. The Prick! Oh and FTR, I was not the school bully. I only followed through with what my emotions told me to do. I was mostly meek yet sociable. I just didn’t make the right decisions sometimes. It was lucky that I grew out of my emotionally unstableness by the time I reached Jr. High. I knew some kids that I would’ve really liked to deck!
Speaker, if all 14-year-olds were as articulate and insightful as you appear to be, my own teenage years would’ve been far easier.
Hang onto those talents. Beauty and ugliness have strange ways of swapping places as the years go on, but the internal gifts are the ones that keep giving.
I’ve been ugly for a really really long time now.
At first, I thought, “Why can’t I ever make any friends?”
Eventually, I began to think:“hey, I’m not going to ever get any hot women”
But then I slowly came to the realization that ugliness is a blessing from the creator of the universe, it is a tool for finding morons. I can pick out a moron at a hundred paces, wheras to normal looking people, morons look like everyone else.
Ugliness is my superpower.
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That’s horrible, Speaker.
Humanity sucks.
I have a good old friend who, by modern day standards, isn’t the most handsome guy around. In fact, he suffered from some horrible skin condition as a child that has left his face terribly scarred. To me, he’s a really beautiful guy - great mind, great personality… He is married, and his wife gets told she’s not much prettier than he is handsome.
Two years ago, they had their first child, a gorgeous little girl - I mean, gerber-baby type baby. I was out for a coffee with my buddy and his wife and the baby about a year ago, and some jackass asked him: “How could people as ugly as you two have such a beautiful baby?”
My friend replied: “I didn’t make her with my face.”
I giggled. Now whether or not he got the line from someone else, I don’t know, but heck, I thought it was pretty appropriate… The jackass left, promptly.
People are so superficial… Disgusting, really.