I read somewhere that people who jumped off the Twin Towers on 9/11 didn't do so because they consciously decided to commit suicide out of desperation, but because their survival instinct literally convinced them that jumping would lead them to safety instead of being burned alive. Your survival instinct can play a nasty trick on your mind. I often think "what if I am wrong?", "what if my ugliness is indeed imaginary". Certainly, the same questions floated in the backs of your minds too. Of course, the analytical part of your brain instantly dismisses those suspicions: yes, I was bullied precisely because of my ugliness; yes I got rejected precisely because of ugliness, etc. But your survival instincts still persists and manifests itself as a hope. It's a tug of war that goes in your head and it's hard to escape it. Don't deny it. You have experienced it, too. Our biologically ingrained instincts are truest enemy.
