I have always hated nearly everything about the way I look. Ever since I can remember I've hated everything except my feet. I think my feet look rather nice. But other than that, I've hated my appearance as long as I can remember. I've been told how ugly I am since I was in pre-school. And now - I've given up. I don't bother with makeup any more because - why bother? Lipstick and the pig and all that.
I'm basically okay with it - there has to be ugly for beauty to be appreciated. And absent some giant windfall and a loss of fear of surgery, I don't see that changing. But, I'm working on not letting it define my worth. The *only* reason it bugs me now is because ugly women aren't employable (while ugly men are obviously smart, apparently, to make up for their appearance, ugly women are just useless.)
Oh, and I do have particularly attractive labia. Didn't realize that until much later in life, but they're very attractive, according to modern porn standards.
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