I LOVE UGLY PEOPLE

That's what I said. I really LOVE them. I have always thought I was ugly and not good enough. A close buddy informed me while I was in the service that I was so ugly that my mom fed me with a slingshot. I've always wondered why people liked me. But let's get back to the ugly individuals... I love the wonderfully ordinary, delightfully lopsided, and boldly unpolished people on Earth who wake up, look in the mirror, and go about their day like brave housecats with bedhead. I enjoyed Prince and his songs, but his manner was too much for me. What man likes purple? But I adored the song "Purple Rain." Life is complex.

So, I have to say, love yourself and be yourself. But keep in mind that not everyone will love you back. I like folks that don't act like they're on the runway at the store. The pretty ones can seem distant and unfriendly. I love the ones who wear mismatched socks, an old hoodie, and footwear that seem like they've been through three divorces and a camping trip. They still have mud on them. I admire the daring people who approach fashion trends like shady telemarketers and don't open the door. Some individuals are ugly on the surface, and some people are ugly on the inside, but to be completely honest, you have some people who are both. You can find them on Fifth Avenue or at Walmart, if you know what I mean.

So, yes. My favorite kind of individuals are ugly.

You know, the ones who look so calm that they don't care about anything. They are at ease. Not the Walmart kind of comfortable; I have some standards. They don't need to conduct a fifteen-step skincare routine simply to check their mail. Their hair has its own personality. Their jackets tell stories. Their nails might not be ready for a magazine cover, but they can probably open a jar of pickles without help.

And to be honest, they are free.

When someone leaves the house looking like they didn't care about impressing anyone, I want to give them a round of applause like they just landed a plane with one wing. People are petty. We put things in order, judge them, and put them in groups. But individuals who are unattractive have figured it out. They looked at the beauty checklist for society and responded, "No, thank you." I have things I like to do.

These are the people that laugh out loud in public. The people who aren't afraid to eat sloppy burgers. People who don't mind if their shirt has a small ketchup stain since life is too short to treat lunch like a crime scene.

I used to be scared that I might become one of them. Now I know that I want to join their club and receive a card.

People who are beautiful are always negotiating with their mirror. People who are ugly live in sweatpants and tranquility.

Think about it. Someone who is unattractive can leap into a pool without thinking about how to get out. They can cry during movies without worrying about their mascara running. They can dance like excited little kids at weddings since they aren't trying out for a shampoo commercial.

To be truthful, they have found the cheat code to life, but only for a very small number of people. Haha.

I adore how their hair is always frizzy and uncontrollable; they are who they are. They go bald or shaved, instead of the man wig or hairpiece, they can deal with life. I adore how the cracked nail polish waves like little flags of rebellion. Please don't have false six-inch nails that make you perform gymnastics to open a door; that's not just that, it's gross, lol (what do you do when you go to the bathroom?). I adore how confident people look in clothes that don't make sense but still look great. I love the shoes that orthopedic physicians would not like but that make their owners happy for ten-hour stints.

People who are ugly have bigger problems than whether or not their eyebrows are "on fleek." They are busy being intriguing.

In the meantime, the rest of us are stuck in a prison of mirrors, filters, and lighting angles. We tilt our heads as if we're trying to figure out how to solve geometry problems with our cheekbones. We spend a lot of money on creams that promise to keep us young forever, yet they only make us look a little shinier.

People that are ugly spend that money on tacos.

I agree with that.

It's brave to walk into a classy café with messy hair and no makeup and order a croissant like you own the place. They don't care what the silent fashion police or anyone else might think.

I want that power.

I adore that ugly individuals don't treat their bodies like museums. They use them. They stay in them. They don't put bubble wrap and Instagram filters around them. They are comfortable sitting. They laugh a lot. They like dessert without thinking about how it will make them feel.

That kind of energy is needed in the world.

Don't get me wrong. I still like a lady in a nice outfit. I still like to see a gentleman with well-cut hair. I will always like a well-placed line of eyeliner, for the ladies only, please, just saying. But I've learnt something important: polish isn't always necessary. Polish does not always bring you joy.

People that are ugly know this without thinking. Don't get me wrong. You are not what I'm talking about if you look like a pigmy savage serving my coffee (no Soy, please). There are limitations to how ugly you can be that I can handle. If you have a bone through your nose, I'm going to cross the street. That's a different kind of ugly element, ha-ha.

So, the cute yet unattractive people remind me that having beautiful skin or matching accessories doesn't make you valuable. Why do you say that? Because we've all encountered beautiful people who dare you not to fall in love with them, ha-ha. You see, ugly people come to life as themselves, a little rumpled and utterly human. They show that you can be confident in sweatpants and charming in a sloppy bun. But I have to say, some of you have forgotten how ugly you are and want to wear slim jeans and workout pants. That's not nice at all.

Yes, I do love ugly people.

I appreciate how they don't care about trends. I adore how comfortable they are with being brave. I adore how happy they are to not take part in the tiring Olympics of looks. They make the world less scary, funnier, and warmer. That doesn't mean that getting a tattoo on your face is helping.

But now you know why I smile at those who are wearing shoes that don't seem right. I don't think badly of them. I'm quietly writing down how to care less. I hope I never have to see you again, for one thing. You see, I'm an ISTJ, lol. I never wanted to meet you in the first place lol.

Sorry, I tend to stray off, so let's get back to the story. Yes, being comfortable within yourself is the real beauty, my friends. On a serious note, your blue hair and caveman ear piercing are not making me adore you more.

And if the day ever comes when I leave the house looking like a happy mess and don't care who sees it, I'll consider it a personal win.

Long live the wonderfully flawed until then. Let their hair be messy, their clothes be strange, and their confidence be high.

Want more happy mess like this? Please buy me a coffee to keep the nonsense going.

Pallvi (she is a beauty who picks on ugly people; shame on her) at Quirky Thoughts irritated me (just a little), and this diatribe is my answer. I think normal is overrated, and untidy is great because I'm a slob, lol.

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