You Are So Ugly Novels & Stories

“I am ugly and stupid. I am such a fool!” “Who said you are ugly, a stupid, and a fool?” asked the voice in front of me. Wiping my tears, I looked up to see Francine smiling down at me. “Whoever told you that is a stupid insecure fool who doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

' It was utterly intolerable. Unable to hold back her frustration, she picked up the tablet to reply to the comment calling her ugly. "Kimberly is the most beautiful, stunningly beautiful, okay? I have seen her in person, and she can be called the most beautiful girl in the universe. And I'm telling the truth." After replying, she retorted to a few more negative comments, "Such sweet talk. Did you drink a few bottles of laxative?" "Ungrateful child, you want to anger her to death and be an orphan?"

She gave me a warm smile “Awww that's so sweet of you honey, and you're so beautiful too” “Really?” She asked in excitement and I nodded “Don't tell me no one has ever told you that?” “Momma always tells me that I'm pretty but my friends in school always calls me a sick child and say I look ugly” “Ugly? I don't see no ugliness, all I see is a pretty Mara, the prettiest girl in the whole world” “Really Doctor?” She covered her face blushing and I nodded “Of course honey, the next time they tell you you're ugly or call you ugly, this is what you'll answer them, look them in the eyes and say “ Mara is the prettiest girl in the world” what did I say?”

I said my voice going lower at the end of the sentence. “Did you just say you are not good looking?” Jonathan asked with a furrow of his brows and I nodded. “Yes but please don’t start calling me ugly” I quickly replied and Jonathan scoffed. “Why would I? You aren’t ugly so why should I use something you are not to spite you?” He asked, shaking his head, “Calling yourself ugly, I guess your self esteem must have really gone to a new low in this period” he muttered and I froze staring at him trying to draw meaning to what he had just said.

“You're not allowed to eat anything till tomorrow's evening, you stupid glutton.” “You are so ugly, don't tell anyone I'm your mother.” “Where did you get this stupid figure from? You don't resemble me at all.” “You want love? Why don't you try getting five sizes smaller first.” “You ugly fat thing, when a pretty woman slaps you, you apologize first. Why? Because she's better than you.” “You really thought I would love a fat girl like you? I just used you to get closer to your friend. Get over yourself.”

“That’s why you’re not behaving the same way with me.” I blinked. I genuinely didn’t understand. I swallowed and gently pulled her hands away from her face. “I need you to say that again,” I said carefully. She pointed at her cheeks. “They’re chubby,” she cried. “My face is changing. I’m so ugly.” Ugly? My brain short-circuited. “I know you’ll go find other women,” she added dramatically. “I’m not cute anymore.” And I tried. God, I tried not to laugh.

So did France. "Only your face changed and was damaged, Sonia. Not the person you are. You're still Sonia Salazar," Fabian said, making her pause. France immediately raised both hands. "You're still my mommy! Even if you're ugly and—" Fabian covered France's mouth and said he shouldn't interfere in adult conversations. She couldn't help but laugh after that. "Wait—I smell something burning." She stopped and looked at the gas stove. "Oh no, the bacon!" She quickly turned off the heat and moved the pan, but it was too late—the bacon was already charred black. She looked at the ruined breakfast with dismay, feeling like she was failing at yet another simple task.

“I don’t know why they keep people that look like her around people like us. What if her ugliness is contagious?” “OMG I know right and her kind of ugly has to be contagious. Plus I think she touched me” “Ewww. We’re so getting you soaked in sanitizer” I exhaled and kept walking while they laughed. I have always been the ugly duckling for as long as I could remember and I suppose pretty people get to do what they want to me and I have to stay put and shut up. It’s not like I was expecting anything better. There was really nothing amazing about me.

The dude threw her a disgusting look, which made her swim in inferiority. ‘Sorry, bro, it’s just that… She's no make abeg’ (she’s not all that). He said with a slight frown of disgust. Mona felt an arrow in her chest. How dare he! He dared to call her ugly in front of everyone! Who the hell did he think he was?Was he even handsome? She could term him the ugliest of the four, but he dared to call her ugly! ‘You sef you make’ (You’re also not all that), she said, widening her brown eyes, which were now churning in anger, forgetting the uneasiness she walked into the door with.

Mike sneered, “You’re disgusting to look at! No wonder you wear that thing. It seems our appearance indeed reflects our inner selves. You deserve such ugliness for being so vile! “No, you should look even uglier to match your spitefulness!” he continued, ignoring the man’s mad screaming. “Why bother to research the viruses? You should study plastic surgery and fix your screwed-up face. “But too bad! No matter how you fix it, you can’t change how ugly you are inside. You’ll always be ugly! What a joke! How could the world be ruled by anyone so ugly? If it were to happen one day, I’m sure God would rather destroy our world!”