[ SECRET POST #2755 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2755 ⌋

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

hey OP. If you are not a troll, let's just say you have company in your supposed hideousness. I'm a short, fat, cis female who happens to have nearly as much body hair as her very hirsute male relatives. I suppose if I ever wanted to cosplay a Tolkien Dwarf I could grow out my beard and mustache. Pity about the not-so-happy trail and the hairy boobs. Shaving nets me not so much five o'clock shadow as ten-in-the-morning shadow, waxing involves bruises that last until the hair grows in again, which takes about a week. I am not the kind of fat woman who has an hourglass figure with a comparatively little waist and a nice ass and round hips and big boobs--speaking of trolls, I more or less have the physique of a troll doll, minus the big eyes and the smile--bandy legs, big potbelly, the works. I have missing teeth--and speaking of mutants, that's the result of a genetic fuckup; when my adult teeth started coming in, it turns out some of them just didn't exist. And on the other hand, in some places I had extra teeth come in, so I looked like a shark before they were pulled. I had pizza face acne for decades; now I'm down to blackheads, the occasional whitehead, and some truly disgusting scarring. Oh, and wrinkles and splotchy skin. I've been kissed precisely twice by non-relatives--both kissers were dared to, the way kids dare each other to kiss toads. Once I was followed for two blocks by a pack of creeps literally baying, barking, and howling at "the dog lady." I wasn't walking a dog, I didn't own a dog. Apparently, thanks to all the hair or possibly just general hideousness, I was the dog.

Your attitude that "how dare (fictional) pretty people want to look different", and all the vitriol you're throwing around, are still gross, because from the sound of it you're jealous of and resent people you think are pretty for existing, but you'd still judge them if they decided they didn't want to be your or society's ideal of beauty.

No-one should have to conform to such strict standards of beauty, including you. And you're actively supporting a worldview that hurts you more than it hurts "the beautiful people." Being ugly sucks, I know. But so does stewing in jealously and resentment all the time. I hope some day you do all the stuff you'd do if you looked like Jennifer Lawrence, because I hope your fantasy included more than letting everyone ogle you.

[(Anonymous)]

Wow you are amazing. Honestly. I can't believe no one commented on this. What you said is so thoughtful and hopeful. You are awesome.

[(Anonymous)]

I know you probably won't see this because I'm a little late to the party but...

I wanted to let you know that this post changed my life a little.

I have spent my entire life afraid to go out in public, to show my face to friends or strangers alike, because of how I look. Because I didn't conform to beauty standards.

I dropped out of high school because I didn't want people to see me.

I felt ugly inside and out.

I didn't understand that most girls my age wore makeup and maybe if they didn't I wouldn't look so terrible in comparison. I didn't know makeup and tailored clothing and professional haircuts were some of the 'remedies' I could prescribe myself in order to make going outside more tolerable.


I hope some day you do all the stuff you'd do if you looked like Jennifer Lawrence, because I hope your fantasy included more than letting everyone ogle you.

This line meant so much to me.

I've spent my entire life waiting to look like a real person. Waiting for my acne to go away. Waiting for my severely underweight body to put on some weight. Waiting for my hair to not be so ugly, and my clothes to look like everyone else's.

And the only thing any of that would accomplish is allowing people to ogle me.

Sure, it would give me confidence but being pretty is not required for doing what I want with my life. It's just not required.

Thank you.

I hope you are well. You are a very intelligent person and it means a lot that you typed this post.