Why Am I So Ugly の小説・ストーリー

Puro puri dahil kesyo ang ganda ko raw, ang sexy ko na, pero nasanay na lang ako. Tama nga sila na some people will only see you if you have a good physical apperance. But for me, there is more to beauty than just his or her physical appearance, the beauty inside is the most important. Siguro kung hindi ako mataba dati hindi ako bubully-hin nila Bianca or hindi ako lolokohin ni Dominic.

I looked at my reflection in one of the shops window and its safe to say I look like absolute shit. My long dark black hair is wet and all over, my big brown eyes dull, and big black bags under them. I look almost skeletal. It's not a wonder I'm alone and single, who the hell would want me? I'm no fun, always tired and I don't ever feel the need to put any effort into the way I look. But no matter how lonely it gets, I know it's for the best. My future comes first, my education and a man would just deter me from what I really want. Nothing but bad distractions.

A stranger who seems so lost in the world. Umiling-iling ako. Ano bang nangyayari sa'kin at bakit ako nagkakaganito? Hindi ko na kilala ang sarili ko. Dapat di ko 'to ginagawa sa sarili ko. I look like a trashy shit. Hindi dapat ganito. Ano na lang ang iisipin ng anak namin kapag nakita niyang mukhang naka-drugs ang ama niya? I'm sure he will be horrified. Baka sa halip na mapalapit lalo siya sa'kin ay ayawan na niya ako. Sino ba naman kasi ang matutuwa sa ganitong hitsura ko? Damn. I feel so lifeless.

“Ang pagiging maganda ay hindi lang sa mukha. You can also be beautiful with your attitude.” Unti-unting kumunot ang kaniyang noo, habang ako naman ay napangingiti na. She’s too young to understand it, but I have to explain it to her. Kailangan ko lang namang habaan ang pasensya ko para mas maintindihan niya ang lahat. “So, if you’re kind, you’re beautiful.” “But if I wasn’t, does it mean that I’m ugly, kuya?” I nodded. “Yes. Kaya maging mabait ka, okay?”

I was dithering on what to do next. I really hate being pretty most of the times. Why was I born with this face? When I was younger, girls of my same age would ask me, how do I look gorgeous every time and it pisses me off. The whistles I receive every time I go outside, it's scary. That's why I prefer alone at home.

Literal na inulit. "Uhm....." "Ugly," aniya. Kumunot ang noo ko dahil sa sinabi niya. "Hoy!" bahagya akong sumigaw. "Ano? Ugly? Iniinsulto mo ba 'ko?" Tinuro ko ang mukha ko. "Baka nga wala ka ng makitang katulad nitong pagmumukha ko." "Yes because you're a one-of-a-kind person..." aniya. Napatitig ako sa kaniya dahil sa binitawan niyang mga salita. "..... That's not beautiful."

Also this irritating eye bags worsen my hatred for what I do look now. Geez, it's gross seeing myself like this! Now I regret my sulking! Who the fuck says that moving on is great, I'll just skin them alive! Hindi ko matanggap ang hitsura ko ngayon, I'm too ugly, tssk. Kaya bago pumasok ay nag-ahit muna ako saka nagpunta ng parlor na lagi kong pinupuntahan. I want my hair to be trim, and to hides this fucking ugly eyebags.

Like me. Painful thoughts started haunting me again. Why am I not born pretty? Why do I don't look like the convetional-type of beautiful? Did I do something to deserve this? Can I have a chance to correct whatever I did wrong? Because this is too much. Being ugly is too much. It's like a mortal sin that I have to pay forever. Living as an ugly one means getting treated badly for the rest of your life.

I can say that I'm gifted, basta hitsura ang labanan. My eyes, a deep shade of brown, which I inherited from my mother, are my most striking feature. They light up under the sun, radiating warmth and kindness. My lips, a gift from my father, are naturally rosy. Some say they're my most captivating feature, but to me, they're a reminder of my roots. My hair, a cascade of dark curls, falls down to my shoulders. It's soft and shiny, and when I tie it up in a ponytail, it gives me a polished look. My skin is a lovely shade of olive, smooth, and flawless. It's a testament to my meticulous skincare routine and my healthy lifestyle. Overall, I can confidently say that I'm beautiful. But my beauty i

“Mama, look at this doll. She’s so pretty.” “Yes, baby… But you’re prettier than that doll…” She looked at me with confusion on her face. “But my skin is so pale, Mom… Look at my under eyes, too.” She pulled her lower lid using her index finger to show me her eye bags. My heart hurt a little. “Baby, beauty comes from within… a pretty face fades but a pretty heart lasts…” “Does that mean… pag maganda ang mukha mo, you’re ugly, Ma? Well, I’d rather be ugly, Mom. I want to have a pretty face.”