The ugliest life history of little beautiful girl

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Life Story of The Ugliest Girl in The World” — I wrote a mini series on the biggest internet forum in my country later that day. The series consist of me ranting and claiming myself to be the ugliest girl in history, and that’s why even my own parents left me in the end. The series invited many people to messaged me, asking to see my pictures. They want to see how ‘the ugliest girl that keeps on being rejected’ looks like. And it kicks me down even more. My confidence shrink to almost nothing. I walked with my head down ever since that day. Avoiding eye contacts to pretty much everyone. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — Being left by people I love the most in my early life creates a sense of insecurity that cuts deeply into my heart. “If the people closest to me could just easily leave me like that, there must be something wrong with me, isn’t it? It must be because I’m unlovable. Unworthy of love. Is it because I’m ugly? Ah.. It makes sense now. I came to this world to be a doormat. To be a person that everyone looks with contempt and disgust. I think my destiny is to be alone and lonely. Forever.” These thoughts used to haunt my night every single day. With an aching heart and lonely feelings, I would cry every night before I’m sleeping, aware of the dreadful morning awaits. If only going back in time is a thing, I would very much like to come back to the past, hugging that little confused girl that think so badly about herself. I would remind her that everything she’s going through, it was happening for a reason. It was all happening to make her stronger. I would tell her that she’s not alone, she’s never alone. She will be healed, and be happier than ever. And someday, She will find someone that loves her everything. Someone that thinks she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. Someone that think she’s cool for being sensitive and honest about her feelings, instead of hiding it. . . . The year is now 2022. I am about to be 20 years old, feeling so empowered by this exact experience. Of course, there are times when I feel insecure about myself and my place in life. The feeling of ugly duckling is still there every now and then. But this is the most important thing — I’m no longer looking down on myself because of my appearance. I now know for a fact that a girl’s beauty is not only placed on her body size, or how symmetrical her face is. It’s not about how blinking the accessories she wear, nor about how short her hot pants are. A girl’s beauty is always depending on how she looks at herself. How she sees herself, and how can she makes herself useful to the world around her. It’s about how beautiful other people feel like about themself when she smiles to them. It’s about how she carries herself with confident because she understand her purpose and act accordingly. It’s about balancing her feminine and masculine energy. Strong, and soft at the same time. It’s about owning who she is, and being unapologetically authentic. It’s about making her own definitions of beauty, and giving zero care to people that couldn’t see that. Because she knows this for a fact : there will always be people that could. .

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