As I've skimmed the posts in this forum, two thoughts come to mind.
When I was in second grade, the art teacher's assignment to the class was to "draw something ugly." I drew a purple gorilla, whereupon the teacher challenged me with, "Well, that's different, but how is it ugly?" He had similar comments for all of the pictures, and it became clear what his lesson was. Nothing is actually "ugly," because ugly is a matter of opinion and can't really be defined.
As for a person feeling ugly, and having others call him/her that, well, I have some experience.
I'm plus-sized, but whether or not that makes me ugly is up for debate. My mother believes it does. I was trying to tell her about social conditioning, and if we'd grown up routinely seeing size 18 women on magazine covers, instead of the size 0's and 2's, we'd think--
She cut me off in mid-syllable. "NO! Fat is not attractive!" Well, gee, thanks, Mom. And you love me? She went on to explain that "fat is something your body doesn't need," and according to her, that's what makes it unattractive. Several things wrong here. Number one, our bodies do need SOME fat. Too thin is just as unhealthy as too fat. Even trim athletes have a body fat percentage of 6 to 20 percent, women having more. Number two, your body doesn't need piercings or tattoos either. Does that mean her ears are ugly, since they're pierced and don't need to be?
When I was in college and made the Dean's List, she told me it didn't matter how well I did. I'd never get a good job because "nobody is going to want a woman your size to be their corporate image." Since I was majoring in business management, she then pulled out these businesswomen's publications, pointed out pictures of female CEO's and made a big deal of the fact that none of them had weight issues. Well, in the years since, I've met many a high-ranking businesswoman who is bigger around the ass than I am.
Besides my weight, there were other things my mother used against me, to make me feel like dog crap on the bottom of her shoe. I find my amount of facial hair embarrassing. Since around ten or so, I've been plagued by a unibrow that looks like a caterpillar crawled on to the bridge of my nose and died, plus a mustache some men would envy. As a child I was not allowed to groom myself properly--that's another topic for another post--but now, I keep that facial hair strictly removed. On top of this, my teeth were bucked to the point of facial deformity until I was in the eighth grade, when a school counselor took pity on me and financed the braces my parents never would have coughed up the money for. Always enough money for beer and cigarettes, but never enough for anything the kids needed, that's the way it was at our house.
Big, pudgy, hairy, and bucktoothed, I certainly was an ugly kid. Am I ugly now? My husband doesn't think so. And, now that I am physically capable of closing my mouth, I suppose my face is tolerable, as long as I keep that facial hair plucked. My body... I don't know.








