The apex of beauty is subjective. The nadir of ugliness is not. It is universal on every scale imaginable. A dark-skinned man who is both short and deformed will never be accepted (in both soul and body) in either his homeland or a foreign country. Yet, a tall, blonde man with light blue eyes may not...be a ten in the eyes of every woman out there, but (let me generalize for a bit) he will be a ten in the eyes of the average Asian woman.
I believe this is what other people mean when they say beauty is subjective. And I do believe them, it's just that they word it incorrectly. Right there, in the middle of the scale, lies the average man. It could be you, it could be anyone. Maybe you aren't beautiful, but there's nothing wrong in that. And to whomever it may concern, if you believe that you're average, its okay. You still have time to leave. Please do leave when the time comes, when life calls for you. I'll be happy when you're happy.
And to whomever is lying face-down at the bottom of the scale of attractiveness, I am so sorry. There's nothing you can do to fix it. I've been there. I've had surgery to fix my teeth, I exercised and followed a rigorous diet until my suicide attempt but nothing changed. There is no escape from this hellhole. There is no acceptance, no love. To me, it's like a dream at this point, empty but beautiful. I want to be dear to someone. I want to feel the touch of a woman who loves me unconditionally even in the face of adversity. No, scratch that. I just want to be...a human...I want to feel like a human for a change. I am trapped inside this subhuman vessel, and through my attempt at killing myself, I've learned that I don't want my life to end but I want my way of life to die.
I believe this is what other people mean when they say beauty is subjective. And I do believe them, it's just that they word it incorrectly. Right there, in the middle of the scale, lies the average man. It could be you, it could be anyone. Maybe you aren't beautiful, but there's nothing wrong in that. And to whomever it may concern, if you believe that you're average, its okay. You still have time to leave. Please do leave when the time comes, when life calls for you. I'll be happy when you're happy.
And to whomever is lying face-down at the bottom of the scale of attractiveness, I am so sorry. There's nothing you can do to fix it. I've been there. I've had surgery to fix my teeth, I exercised and followed a rigorous diet until my suicide attempt but nothing changed. There is no escape from this hellhole. There is no acceptance, no love. To me, it's like a dream at this point, empty but beautiful. I want to be dear to someone. I want to feel the touch of a woman who loves me unconditionally even in the face of adversity. No, scratch that. I just want to be...a human...I want to feel like a human for a change. I am trapped inside this subhuman vessel, and through my attempt at killing myself, I've learned that I don't want my life to end but I want my way of life to die.
