When I saw the #weekend-engagement topics today I was immediately drawn towards one of them and after a few moments of thought I felt compelled to open up about the topic.; there it is below.
There was a time of my life when I was ridiculed because of my appearance and it made me feel like an outsider and like something was wrong with me but after some thought I realised that there was nothing wrong with me at all, the fault was with others and their ridicule was inspired more by their own lack rather than by my own appearance.
You see, I'm ridiculously and fabulously good looking.
I'm not quite perfect, but come remarkably close and those who were ridiculing me were - how can I put this in a politically correct way, really very ugly inside and out. They were so ugly that when each of them looked in the mirror their reflection turned away! So ugly that their birth certificates read like an apology letter. Ugly.
They used to call me things like, freakishly good looking and say things like, you're so good looking that I hate you. That's not so bad I suppose, but it's ridicule no matter which angle it's observed. All I wanted to do was fit into the group, to not stand out, and be normal like the really ugly people were but my amazing good looks meant I was a fringe-dweller destined to be treated like an outcast.
As time went by, those ugly people became uglier and their taunts got worse which probably wasn't helped by the fact I became far more attractive and perfect which each moment, and it got to the point where I was so distraught over it that I managed to convince myself that my amazingly attractive appearance was actually a curse.
About three seconds later I changed my mind and decided those who were really cursed were those people who judged others based only on their looks.
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