I have been called ugly by lots of people throughout my whole life, including my family and past supposed 'friends'. I've had things shouted across the classroom about being ugly. I've had people sitting behind me going "wouldn't actually do her if I was desperate" or "ugly bitch". When I was 13/14 I suffered with relatively bad acne and hadn't found the right shade of concealer because I'm so pale. So I got called a 'spotty orange minger' on a daily basis which has never left me. Even though I have 'perfect' skin now, I just can't see past that image I got labelled with. The popular girls would sit there and laugh at me. The more they chipped away at my confidence the easier I became as a target.
I have such low self esteem because of the amount of insults I've had. I act confident but in reality I'm never going to like the way I look because insults have shaped me.
Isn't it funny how compliments go in one ear and out the other a lot of the time and insults are the things that stick?
It's funny though, my best friend pretty much dealt with the same thing and she is absolutely stunning.
All this has made me realise that, as cheesy as it sounds, these people could call me ugly as many times as they wanted but I knew they would never be nice people.
Also, having the perception that I was 'ugly' made me gravitate towards being friends with fellow 'ugly' people, and I ended up with some of the best friends imaginable.
My point being don't judge a book by its cover, etc.