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Everyone is ugly. Or is it just Marketing to sell us something?

When we are young, some of us have good genes and have beautiful face and body. That's like minority who fits into beauty standard and beauty standard is forever and for everyone and it's very important. That means you have to be whatever media tells you that is currently beautiful. That can change in time but the point is always similar. Youthful face shaped like upside down triangle, big eyes, tiny perfect nose, plump lips, perfect skin, big hair, slim body but nicely curvy where it should be. For men it's to be tall, muscular, square jaw. "hunter eyes" (whatever that means), nice big white teeth etc. That's beautiful, that's important and that's the goal, right? Old is ugly, small eyes are ugly, bulky or bumpy nose is ugly, small mouth is ugly, square face is ugly, any body but slim is ugly. Right?

Wrong!

You know what, all that is crap! That's all what we have been taught to believe and think and it's implanted into our brains over tv, media, social networks, and even before all that, just society. It's something you learn, in time. We are literally taught what is beautiful and what is ugly, people even used to believe that other cultures, races or any different people are just ugly. It's very very difficult to overcome that no matter how we tried. It's implanted deep into our psyche and it's almost impossible to ignore it. But it's still just marketing. No more no less.

What is beauty? It's a way to sell us stuff. Plastic surgeons now found their free marketing on social media like Youtube to teach us what is ugly and old and to tell us how their procedures, that cost like a car or whole house will save us from horrible destiny of being old or ugly. Because, God forbid you have square jaw and you are a woman! Or, Oh no, to have some unsightly bump on nose! Or, the worst ever, to AGE! Because why would you get ugly on purpose when you can pay not to be? According to those plastic surgeons, we get ugly as we age, our eyelids drop, our mouth drops, our cheeks can drop a little. But who says that's "ugly"? Plastic surgeons. Those same. And "society". And who is "society"? People who are taught their whole life to think like that and people who sell beauty procedures and products. Of course, according to same plastic surgeons, NOTHING else can help you but surgery. nothing. You just have to pay them to fell "like yourself".

On the other side are beauty experts, often also doctors but mostly for less invasive treatments. They claim that you have to buy their own beauty line, invest in less invasive treatments and be beautiful or at least, not ugly and old. And again, money is heavily involved. You see young people online, chosen strictly because they fit that standard, who are selling you stuff promising that you can look like them if you buy that. Because that matters. To who? 50, 100, 200, 500, or even more dollars for promise in the bottle. Exercises to get a body of someone else you just can't have because you are different person, but if you pay them, maybe, who knows, miracle happens.

You know what? Screw them! If someone loves you because you are beautiful, is that even love? If people are your friends because you look perfect, is that really friendship? If you are happy as long as you look great is that really happiness?

Look, I am not smarter than anyone else. I was thinking about Sculptra or even facelift, but honestly, when you think of it, life is so so short. Who cares if shallow people don't find me pretty or if I am getting old? I am sometimes bothered that I can't recognize my own face as aging is getting me more and more each year, but I too have to learn that all that belief that I am ugly is implanted in me, just like in everyone else. It's not real. It's hard to accept it, for me and most people but it's not real.

I do not look like I did 20 or even 5 years ago but I am over half century old. I fucking earned it.




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