mynamesearn

I’ve always believed that nobody is ugly. Like, really. Because beauty is different for every single person. It lives in individual eyes. You know what I mean? That’s why I stand by it. Nobody’s ugly. There will always be someone who sees your beauty. There will always be someone who’s into you. Someone who’s down bad for you just the way you are.

Just look around. Everyone has their person. You see couples that you’d never imagine together, but it makes sense for them. Why? Because beauty is personal. And to say someone is ugly? For me, it’s not even about the face or body. Like, you can be the most “perfect” looking person in the world, all symmetrical and glowing and shit, and still be ugly on the inside. That’s not beautiful. It’s not about how good you look. It’s about how real you are.

I think what makes someone beautiful is their soul. If you’re genuine, authentic, and comfortable in your own skin, that’s hot. That’s what I’m drawn to. When I say nobody’s ugly, I don’t mean you can’t have preferences. Of course you can. Everyone does. Everyone has a type. Everyone has their “ugly” and “beautiful.” That’s normal.

But what I’m trying to say is that even if you’re not someone’s type, you are definitely someone else’s dream. You’re someone else’s full-on fantasy. That’s why I believe you’ll always find your person. Someone who looks at you and thinks you’re the most beautiful human to exist. Someone who wants you and only you.

And I know I sound like a softie right now, but I mean it. I didn’t say ugly and beautiful don’t exist, but I am saying that they are not universal truths. They are personal. They are based on individual experiences, backgrounds, tastes, and feelings. That means nobody’s ugly if you really think about it. Because not everyone is going to agree on what ugly is. Not everyone is going to agree on what beautiful is either.

For me, ugly has more to do with your energy than your face. If your soul is ugly, if you’re insecure to the point of hurting other people, if you move through the world with bad intentions, jealousy, or no compassion, then yeah, that’s ugly to me. That’s where real ugliness lives. But appearance? Nah. I don’t believe anyone is ugly in that way. It’s the soul that either shines or doesn’t.

So when I hear people say, “I’m ugly,” it honestly hurts me a little. Like don’t say that about yourself. Even if you feel it sometimes, even if your mind is being mean, don’t repeat that to yourself over and over until you believe it. Because it’s not the truth. You’re not ugly. You’re just in a bad moment. We all have those days where we feel gross or weird or off. But that’s not who you are. That’s just your brain being annoying.

Now, if you’re a murderer or something, maybe yeah, go ahead and call yourself ugly. I wouldn’t argue with that. Lol. But for the rest of us out here trying our best and living with love? No. You’re not ugly. I keep saying this but I’ll say it again. Beauty and ugly are subjective. What you love, I might hate. What I love, you might be like “what the hell is that?” And that’s okay. That’s how it’s supposed to be. That’s why it’s so important not to take other people’s opinions as facts.

Someone saying you’re ugly doesn’t make it true. That’s just their taste. And their taste isn’t the rule. Just like your taste isn’t either. That’s the magic of being human. We all see things differently. So if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then guess what? You are beautiful to someone out there. No matter what you look like.

Your ugly might not be the same as mine. Your beautiful might not match mine either. And that’s totally fine. That’s how it should be. So when people act like beauty is some standard that everyone has to follow, I just roll my eyes. It’s not that deep. It’s personal. It’s individual. So that means nobody’s really ugly. And also, nobody’s really universally beautiful either. And I think that’s actually kinda freeing.

So please don’t talk shit about yourself. Even on your worst days. Even when you’re bloated or broken out or haven’t washed your hair in three days. Don’t go looking in the mirror and saying cruel things. Your body hears you. Your spirit hears you. And you deserve better than that. Tell that voice in your head to shut the fuck up and remember who you are. You’re art. You’re a whole experience. You’re not ugly, you’re just human.

And someone out there is going to see you and think you’re the most stunning, glowing, beautiful thing in the world. They’re going to see you the way you wish you could see yourself. And one day, you’ll finally believe it too. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But someday.

And on that day, I hope you hold your own hand and say, “Damn. I’m not ugly. I never was.”