I am chapped skin, gaping pores,
Angry spots and red welts.
I am a child of anxiety subjected
To states of over-everything.
Over-productive sebum,
Over-zealous picking,
Over-sensitive reactions,
Over-and-out.
I am stubborn coarse hairs
In “unladylike” places,
Self-inflicted scars from
Conditions so imposed
To wax and wane
Beyond my control.
I am good enough.
“Beauty” is elusive,
And I am happy to own “ugly”
When my lips form the words
So naturally.
drug store make-up and prescription drugz are, evidently, my life force. no shame.
Am I the only crazy person who spends hours grooming and indulging in cheap cosmetics? OH WELL at least I look babely (although slightly bitchface) even when my skin is falling off to reveal raging red patches of fresh flesh on mah FACE.

TRUTH!
Capitalism towards women in a nutshell.
I love this.
I also really love Natalie Perkins’ take on reclaiming the word “ugly”.
No.
There are many people out there who identify as ugly. Not because it’s negative. Not because they have low self esteem. Not because they’ve been told they are.
But it can be a powerful descriptor. It can be a challenge. Who says you have to be beautiful or pretty or cute? Who says it’s your job to be attractive? There are those out there who identify with ugly to challenge the status quo. And our society desperately needs that.
Words can be very powerful, depending on how they’re used. They can be used to hurt, and they can be used to fight back.
Ugly is okay!
Lovely point.