Hasslich in German, brutto in italian, feo in spanish.
It’s fair to asume, that what develops in our heads is probably a lot uglier than what we would like to admit.
“Ugly.” I’ve never liked that word.
From the mainstream european standard of beauty, its fairly believable to consider oneself ugly. I, for example, have an unbalanced non symmetrical face and a pronounced nose, accompanied by bad posture, a big head, boney hands, frizzy hair and noticeable nose pores.
Sometimes I spit when I talk, I have 2 uncured cavities, and I strongly believe that if I was a ‘Mean Girls’ character I would be Bethany Bird. You know, the desperate wannabe girl with a heavy flow and a wide-set vagina.
At first glance, we tend to be attracted to things we don’t understand, things that amuse us or things that seem dissimilar from what we’re used to. There are people that shake us to our core, there is love that forever changes who we are, places we regret visiting and food that makes our stomachs upset, and for a while I never really understood the power and potential of ugliness. My whole life, I had believed that achieving the highest form of commercial beauty was equal to the highest level of success and the closer you were ever going to be, to happiness.
As a child, society cherishes you as a limpid and pure infant deserving of the sweetest type of love, worthy of only experiening the kindest acts of innocence. As a teenager, the first signs of rejection shape your understanding of beauty and expose you to a less than sacred beauty, one that is raw, animal and intinsctual. But as an adult your mind is developed enough for you to disociate from the missconception that there is a definite beauty that can not be corrupted.
The power of finding beauty in ugliness is in itself a conflicting thought.
But a thought that is more worthy of our time, more worthy of the time we spend analyzing the tendencies that boost our self esteem on a short term scale.