Am I Single Because I M Ugly Novels & Stories

My phone, cradled between my ear and shoulder, buzzed with another weak cough from Vhina. “You sound worse. Get some rest. I’ll call you later.” I hung up, opened my documents, and got back to work. ***** I sat on a cushioned plastic chair and tried the number again. This was my tenth attempt to reach the contact written on the sticky note—the one I’d posted on my small mirror to block my reflection. The mirror no longer served its purpose, but that was fine. I didn’t want to look at myself because I felt unattractive—or as I sometimes called myself in moments of weakness, monstrous. In my mind, there was only one reason I remained single: No one could like my face.

She cries more hard hiding in her mom's embrace. " No! You didn't do anything. Mommy forgave you. Love! Look at me! Mommy is beautiful. So, whatever she forced you to say, she was jealous of mommy's beauty. That's why she said that. Remember , Love! People aren't ugly. Black, White, Brown, Fat, slim, tall, short, everyone is individually unique and beautiful. They are beautiful on their own way. But there are some people who are ugly. Not with their skins, their body sizes, but their thoughts, actions and things that they do to make people feel insecure. So don't cry. Even though she said I am ugly, but I am beautiful, am I not?"

Another person in the group sounded delirious. "Well, I don't think she had that beauty that she can boast." Another answered. "But we are talking of Bill Sky here guys. He would not choose someone who would never meet his high standard." Another male model retorted. "Well, maybe he's tired of beautiful women? Maybe for a change, he wanted to try ugly women? A male influencer sounded chuckling. "OMG! I wish I'm ugly." A model blogger commented desperately. Everyone laughed out. "Care for some more drinks?"

Maybe I'm stressing myself out because he's such an important person to my friend. In the end, I wore a pink posh shirt matched with lilac shorts. My clothes looked good. I don’t know if I look good too. I never saw myself that way. I was not a sizzling campus princess back then. On the other hand, calling myself ugly was a negative habit I stopped doing. I learned that no one is bad-looking. It’s just that there are judgmental people out there who throw shade at people who don’t reach their beauty standards.

"I only have vodka left," I explained, and she appeared to agree. We simply sit on the side of my couch and prepare the beverages and nibbles. "Alright, so I guess we can now talk freely, maybe I can say whatever I want to say... they said if you can't tell to the people you know, better tell it to a stranger," She continued, her eyes filled with grief, which has been all I've seen in her since we spoke. "I am all ears," I stated. "Okay... well I just don't understand why am I like this, I don't know if I am ugly that no one wants to be with me... or sometimes it is all on me why no one is in my life because I choose my job over them,"

My whole life I was looked down on in my parents' home and now my very own husband is going to remind me of my ugliness every single day. I know he will never fall for an ugly girl like me but my heart had already started beating faster in his presence. "They said I was ugly but the mirror never lied, My reflection smiled when I smiled, it cried when I cried. But one day he stood behind me changing the very definition of beauty. Those eyes stared at me and those words left a deep hole beneath. She believed his words like her own And then she knew She was ugly no wonder everyone knew She was Elle Hamilton, a disgrace everyone wanted to get rid of very soon.

If only he could start being nice, I thought. “I think that's why I'm single, Mom,” I said. “I'm waiting for a guy who's nice, wealthy and handsome.” “You might be waiting a long time,” she said. “At least from what it sounds like, those guys don't exist.” “We'll see,” I said, twirling my hair between my fingers. “Miracles can happen.” “Miracles happen every day,” my mother agreed. “Babies are born and daughters fall in love. It'll happen for you, sweetie.”

It was me who don't deserve you. " I am nothing compared to all those women with whom you've shared bed. They all were extremely gorgeous unlike me, even your best friends women, Tara and Maiyra are so pretty. And me, well I am short, fat, ugly. If I'll ever stood next to you then people will laugh at your pathetic choice. You'll feel ashamed to walk with me in crowd. And Max I know you couldn't love me because I don't fit the background from where you came. So just forget about me, I am sure you'll get anyone whom you want."

“I pray your breath would stop this second…” “Enough is enough… someone please put the full stop on this lady’s topic. I no longer want to see this ugly face on social media...” “Thank god, I no longer have to pass on to you the fake comments. I have never said this to you but today I am saying it. You are the ugliest girl, I have ever seen in my life. No wonder why Shishir chose that PRETTY GIRL over you. And did I tell you that you are looking like a boiled potato with no hair… but still it suits your PATHETIC CHARACTER."

Karenina asked again. "Karenina, my dear sister. Since when have I cared about comparing myself to others? Especially to someone who is more beautiful or richer?" Ariana asked her twin sister casually. "I can't be more beautiful than anyone, even if I wanted to, because just like you, I was born with this face. And I have no intention of trying to beautify myself to look as stunning as a celebrity because I know I won't be able to undergo plastic surgery and change my appearance. And as for being rich, if you always compare yourself to people wealthier than you, you'll always feel poor, no matter what." Ariana replied with her sensible logic.