Why Am I So Ugly Novels & Stories

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.”

"Ang liit pa, tsaka masyadong mapayat. Ang mga gusto noon ay long legged at mestiza! Not like her. I dont really find her pretty." What?! Pag hindi maputi, hindi na maganda? There is no particular skin color as a basis of beauty. Beauty knows no skin color or body size. That's common sense. Naikuyom ko ang palad ko at pilit na pinahaba ang pasensiya ko. Hindi ko sila papatulan. I won't stoop down to their level. "I know right? She looks so ordinary." Kung ano ano pang panlalait ang narinig ko. Honestly, I don't care. People's opinions and standards varies. If they don't find me pretty, then it's their problem.

Nagtataka naman itong lumingon sa kaniya at hindi natuloy ang pagsubo ng hiniwang steak. "Woah, easy. Wala akong sinasabing ganun. Ang akin lang, hindi maganda para sa isang babae ang pumayat kasi baka pumapangit sila sa paningin ng ibang tao. Alam mo naman sa panahon ngayon, marami nang mapanghusga. I didn't say you're ugly." Hindi niya pa rin inalis ang tingin rito na parang hindi siya kumbinsido sa sinabi nito.

May pilit na iniiwasan pero iyon at iyon pa rin ang ginagawa na nagpapalabas na pinagmumukha lang nating tanga ang sarili. I felt use, stupid and worthless just because of my own shallow mind.

Excited na bulalas ni bakla. Para itong naturukan nang pampabuhay ng dugo. Napangiti tuloy ako sa sinabi niya. "Then make me as ugly as can be, please," sabi ko na may ningning sa mga mata.

I don't even know why they hate me, I'm still trying to be nice with them kahit gano'n ang trato nila sa'kin. Is it because of my family? My appearance? My presence? My parents raised me well, I don't even curse, depende na lang kung inis na inis na talaga ako dahil napaka-impossible namang walang taong hindi nagmumura o nagsasabi ng masasamang salita sa loob nila. Ang pagiging inosente ko ay nag re-reflect rin sa aking mukha, I don't even know how to use tints, I only use powder.

Pinunasan ko ang salamin dahil baka namamalikmata lang ako ngunit matapos ng pagpupunas ay ganoon pa rin ang aking nakikita. Napakagat ako sa aking labi. Bakit ganito? Bakit ganito na ang aking mukha?! Hindi pwede!! Hindi ako pwedeng pumangiT!! Umiling iling ako. Kailangan kong gawan ng paraan ito. Hindi pwedeng mawala ng basta basta ang kagandahan ko. Dapat mapanatili ko ang aking bata at makinis na kutis!