(D’abord publié en 2011 sur Facebook).
I’m not pretty. But ugliness is not as sad and as disastrous as I thought. Af ter all, I’m ugly but life can be so beautiful that her beauty will shine on me and enlightens me. After all, being beautiful is not an end in itself.
I’m not beautiful. However, I do not lie down on the floor and wait for death to come rescue me. Because having recognized my ugliness is released myself of a weight. I did not have to be pretty. Ugliness is not a failure.
I’m ugly! I’d like to claim it ! Accept my ugliness. Because my ugliness is like my joy, as my kindness, as my laugh, my ugliness is a part of me.
I’m not asking you to love it. I’m not crazy about it either. But see me as a woman who could charm, please or seduce. Do not see me as an ugly woman. Do not throw me at my ugly face as if had committed a fault or that I should be blamed. My ugliness is not an award but a strength. It forces me to cultivate other qualities, qualities which I will own andwhy you love me.
Ugliness is not a disease.
I would have thought that to admit and accept my ugliness would have signed me to my death warrant. And yet I’m still here. And yet the earth has not stopped spinning. And yet, my friends are still there.
Recognizing that I’m not pretty does not prevent me to wear pretty dresses and makeup to try to fix this ugliness original.
Yet, I stop believing that I could become the sublime one day. Anyway, all these attempts to become a sex bomb were ridiculous and doomed to failure.
I’ll never be beautiful. Never. Too bad. Anyway, I had no great hopes. But instead of being beautiful, I’m charismatic, charming, funny, generous, sociable and fun. And occasionally, I try to be seductive.
I’ll never be beautiful or even pretty. But never mind, I live with my ugly smile on his lips, his head held high, proud and confident gait.
Ugliness is not an end in itself. Close their eyes and continue to hope in vain is more painfulthan anything else. I’m ugly. Yet life will continue to be magnificent.