I am ugly. I was an ugly baby (believe me, I've seen the photos), I was an ugly child and I have grown into an ugly old woman. I have lips so thin that they disappear into my chin, if I don't force a smile. My hair is kept under a hat, because no matter how it is styled, it is straggly and wayward. My nose is, according to my sons, shaped like a willy. It is good for smelling things, but it has kept growing so now I look like I have a massive todger in the middle of my face.
The squint that I had as a child has come back, so I can't even look people in the eye without turning my head. I gave up wearing make up years ago,= because it simply accentuated my worst features.
Yet, I love life. Life is beautiful! There are some ugly events going on, but life itself is a precious and lovely thing.
I have a job that I love, and it does not require me to look beautiful. I am writing a book and really enjoying it. I have a lovely and loving family and fantastic friends.
Perhaps I am at an age where I do not have to think of men's approval; may be I don't give a flying fig about the so called standards of beauty that society sets for women (all designed by the cosmetics industry). It could be the fact that I have never been beautiful that I do not lament the 'loss' of my youthful looks.
However, if you look in the mirror, you will see something beautiful. You will see a human being capable of deep and wondrous feelings; a person who can love; someone who is passionate about something and whose thoughts know no limits. All these things are beautiful.