Not fishing...honestly

I don' t really look like this. This is the result of hours of hair drying, pulling, ironing, painting of eyes, lips and face. This is my "special moment" look which is a rarity. This was airbrushed, photoshopped and muted. This is an advertisement of what could the possibility be.
Now, this is how I look like on a normal day. This is my "everyday" pang harabas look. This is the real me. Bespectacled, be-frizzled, be-eyebrowed and be-oily.

See, when I tell people that I've accepted who I am and my ugliness, I am not trying to fish for compliments nor am I asking them to stroke my ego. I am telling them the simple truth.

I do not fall under the stereotypical category of beautiful. I am not beautiful, pretty nor cute - I am charming and that is a fact. I know this is true, period.

When people tell me that it's the inner beauty that counts, I tell them it's a bunch of ho-hos. Whoever coined that saying only said that to make the ugly people feel better about themselves. So, please... I don't need to feel better about myself, thank you. I already know I'm not pretty.

I beg you and urge you to please stop giving me cliche lines about how beauty is in the eye of the beholder (and that beholder hasn't been around nor have had his/her hands on a copy of either vogue, cosmopolitan, marie claire, starstudio, abante and tiktik) because you're just insulting me further.

Just tell me I'm smart, well versed, amazingly witty and hilarious. Tell me I'm effective, affective and efficient. Tell me I'm a great mother. Tell me I'm a wonderful writer. Tell me I make you laugh. But for the love of all things that are good, don't tell me I'm breathtakingly beautiful because I'll just give you a swift kick to the head.

Thank you.