“You are all gorgeous,” says the Hollister-wearing duckface with a #SWAG cap.
“No you’re not,” says me.
There is an illness among us. A rampant virus devastating the web, specifically targeting social networking sites and the blogosphere. It creeps in silently, hidden among your daily readings and mindless scrolling, just aching to slide in through your eyes and into your helpless brain. Despite it’s wide-spread influence and the travesty it wreaks, it is nearly undetectable. But it is present. And it is waiting. And it is deadly.
This illness has a name. A phrase that resonates from within the memory bank, a universal phrase you can never quite place.
“Everyone is Beautiful.”
If you have somehow managed to avoid these poisonous posts filled with ignorant rallying, consider yourself lucky. These poorly-worded rants are often naive, dense, and grammatically-suicidal, if not outright stupid. And they usually go something like this:
Hey you. Yeah you. That ugly face that you see in the mirror? That’s not your face. You’re actually beautiful. Just like everyone else. We’re all beautiful. You can trust me because I’m ACTUALLY beautiful. The Jimmy Choos that I’m wearing prove it.
I understand that the writers of these posts mostly have good intentions, such as stroking your offensively low self-esteem or trying to appear saintly or attempting to get internet famous. But they’re going about it the wrong way. They’re lying.
And liars never win and quitters never win and pants on fire or however that saying goes.
I am here to tell you the truth, a truth that will give you wings and set you free: YOU. ARE. UGLY. And it is a great thing to be ugly.
Beauty is stifling; if you have ever thought yourself to be attractive, you know what I’m talking about. There is pressure to be physically perfect, always dress fashionably, constantly radiate charisma and create an atmosphere of happiness and beauty 24/6 (beautiful people get a break every Tuesday). You can’t make dinosaur noises or pretend to be a noodle or lay in a sandbox; you can’t even complain about your insecurities because “You’re beautiful so you don’t know how it is to be insecure.”
Beauty is a prison, and the day I discovered I was a hideous human being was the day I was set free. Ugliness is freedom. Ugliness is what the Constitution is all about.
Sure beauty has its perks. For one, people tend to love you more. And you get more things. And life is generally easier. And you get a lot of attention. And you might even make a job out of it. Actually, beauty is pretty much all perks. However, it is also deadly. People get so caught up in the shallow pool of vanity that they forget just how deep and complex we as human beings actually are. Life is not just about looks and dieting and money and status. It’s about letting go of the insecurities and inhibitions and spazzing to Barbie Girl. It’s about learning and compassion and snowball fights and soup. Its about everything, the good and the bad, and the beautiful. In small doses.
Embracing your Ugly will make your soul soar. Everyone has flaws, you may as well claim yours as the undisputed best. So what if you’re a zit face? Those pimples set you free! Buck teeth? More like Buck Liberty. Too short? Short enough to escape the oppressive clutches of beauty. Too fat? FAT AND FREE.
In a way we’re all ugly. It just takes some longer than others to embrace it.
And if you’re one of those nay-sayers who is all “when we say beauty, we mean inner beauty and goodness and personality!!!”, I have a different word for that definition of yours.
And that word is “AWESOME.”