r/trueuglywomen

Todos son muy feos ni siquiera promedio y tratan como basura a los demás sobre todos mujeres que no son atractivas creyéndose guapos cuando no lo son dan asco

Encerio que asco mujeres que se meten con esas cosas y después por culpa de ellas nacimos nosotras

I don't have anyone in my life who isn't family and it's making me feel more like shit then I already do.

I'm looking for someone who's in the same boat as I am (conventionally unattractive). Preferably socially awkward too as I'll feel uncomfortable talking to anyone who's had partners and partied lmao.

I'll be 20 this year so I'm looking for someone who's my age + (20 - 40 s) I'm desperate. dead-ass.

I hate how much I allow this to weigh on me. I cannot appreciate my achievements, or my art, I cannot study, I can no longer allow myself to do things that normal, pretty women do, because I do not feel like I deserve it. I spend my days rotting in bed, crying. I have exams all month and it feels like my own personal hell that has been carved out for me, where being on the verge of suicide every day does not mean I don't have to also cram years worth of content into my brain, and everyone is rooting for me, because I am the smart one. Never the pretty one. If I don't have my academics, what even am I? A skinwalker cosplaying as a woman.

Even at a low weight now, back in the slump of my ed, my face is still hideous. Something, somewhere, went wrong. I have dedicated hours and days to researching hair, workouts, lip filler, going down rabbit holes of recessed jaws and surgery to correct my horrific smile and bite, of blaming myself for not breathing right or not sleeping right or not eating right or doing whatever fuckass thing I did to make myself turn out this way. I pity people who have to look at me and not laugh.

And I hate beautiful women. I know that is cruel to say and completely unreasonable, but I hate them. I hate that they don't lock themselves in a room after every photograph. They giggle and compliment each other, and then they turn and compliment me too, but with a different tone, and a different giggle, and everyone knows they're lying, and no one says anything. They look so perfect in the group, hugging each other, and then at the end of the line there's me, stupid me thinking I looked okay that day, in my stupid fucking dress that I thought was so pretty, and I genuinely want to be sick. I feel nauseous with jealousy, and I cry and cry and cry and then panic about whether breathing through my mouth when I'm crying is worsening my face. I am obsessed and I am exhausted. I am guilty for even caring as much as I do, but I want to be beautiful. Why couldn't I be beautiful? Why? What did I do wrong?

It doesn't happen much, but I was catcalled and harassed a few times and it felt somewhat validating. I know that's such a shitty thing to say, but I can't help feeling this way. It's a little uncomfortable, but at the same time gives me this ego boost and makes me feel more normal. I can only count on two hands the amount of times I've been openly flirted with. Usually guys just do it on the low where other people can't see. Just because I'm there and they want sex. Not because of me. When I lost a bunch of weight I got approached by this guy at the gym who was thirsty for me and it felt annoying.. and I did give him my number out of fear, but like I said it felt a bit good too.

Obviously I don't condone men harassing women, but I just wish I was that desirable. I'm sure if it happened a lot I would feel sick of it of course.

For those who are wondering well yall can use this confirmation that im actually ugly and its not inside my head i guess. Even though i was already aware that i was ugly even before posting on those subs i still was at a point at that time when i was willing to get as much hardcore looksmaxxing advice as possible, even if its just hearing its over for me or maybe even virtually self harm, ik it wont make sense to yall. On amiuglybrutallyhonest, i got very few replies, downvotes, majority of them roasting me, one of them even calling me a drag queen despite being a cis woman even though i posted photo of myself looking as presentable as possible dolled up. On truerateme, i got rated between 2-3, the lowest a person has ever gotten there, the highest rating was 4 and even this was only by 1 or 2 people. On photofeeler,again i got majority no on physical attractiveness by both men and women. For those who may wonder, those posts have been long deleted so you wont find them.

I have a very hard time irl making friends as due to my facial differences and being conventionally unattractive I have a very hard time looking at people in the face or dealing with them looking at me but I do miss having true friends who actually care and want to spend time with you and will reach out so I’m hoping somehow I can maybe find that here😅 I’m a 27f I enjoy gaming , hiking, crocheting, auto body, a little bit of coding and learning Spanish! I hope to make some friends here who will see past my facial differences and see me for me.

Veanla es una mujer fea que la tratan mal y encima ella está de buena tratando de salvarle al que le trató mal etc y cuidando lo al otro pendejo nada que ver

i hope it works, and i hope i can manage to get enough funds to fix this putrid appearance. it's everything i stay alive for. i will get the best doctor to work on my bones. that will be the only time i will ever feel true happiness and satisfaction, the only time i won't have to continue to dread every waking moment in this body. i don't care if some people will condemn my face for being unnatural. as long as i won't be too disgusting to look at? i'll be content.

Crecí siendo la fea. Desde que tengo recuerdo, otros niños se metían con mi físico y me excluían por él.

En parte, tenían razón.

Me criaron padres narcisistas. Mi madre me obligaba a comer raciones de adulto, desde muy pequeña. A los 4 años, me obligaba a comer la cantidad que normalmente comería un hombre con mucha actividad física. Si no comía todo, habría castigo físico. Acabé por desarrollar, con los años, un trastorno alimentario que me costó mucho esfuerzo superar. Eso me hizo tener sobrepeso, desde muy temprana edad.

Mi madre también me obligaba a llevar el pelo corto y vestir con ropa deportiva. Odiaba (y odio) la ropa deportiva. Siempre sentía envidia de ver a mis compañeras de clase con sus vestidos y faldas. Con sus lazos en el pelo. Disfrutando de su feminidad. La misma que, mi madre, me negaba dejar tener a mí. Tampoco me permitía llevar el pelo largo aunque lo pedí, llorando, en repetidas ocasiones. Eso también supuso un problema y me acaban por él. Mi pelo es ondulado y ella se negaba a cuidarlo. El tenerlo corto me daba una apariencia grotesta, sumado a todo lo demás. Y, como necesitaba gafas, ella insistía en comprarme las que peor me quedasen. Muchas veces, extraños me confundían con un niño...

Mi padre, por su parte, me hacía comentarios pasivo-agresivos sobre mi apariencia. Eso me creó mucha inseguridad física. A día de hoy intento luchar contra ella.

Desgraciadamente, vivo en un pueblito pequeño. El bullying que sufrí, fue sistemático y general. Incluso algunos profesores participaron directa e indirectamente en él o encubrían a los acosadores. Que los excusaran era algo normal y que me castigasen a mí por defenderme también.

Toda mi vida, me humillaron y me apartaron por mi apariencia. Pese a que me esforcé por mejorarla. Pese a que hice de todo. Pese a que desarrollé múltiples habilidades (dibujo, lectura, escritura, investigación...). Me convirtieron en una paria social solo por como me veía.

Hace un año, tras llegar a mi punto más bajo de decadencia física (pesaba 120 kg que, para mi altura, es obesidad mórbida) decidí cambiar.

Empecé una dieta de déficit calórico muy restrictiva. Invertí dinero y esfuerzo. Dió fruto y el resultado, a día de hoy, es gratamente visible. Peso 57 kg, en la actualidad. También he invertido en mi cabello. Uso productos específicos de cuidado a diario. Tengo rutinas planificadas. Lo tengo largo, sedoso y muy bonito, visualmente. He comprado ropa elegante y ceñida. Creo, con mucho orgullo, que soy la mejor versión de mí misma que nunca imaginé ser.

Ahora viene la cuestión. Mis acosadores, cuando me ven, siguen mofándose o mirandome mal. Me siguen tratando como escoria. Pero yo siento satisfacción.

Los veo. Los veo como verdaderamente son.

El tiempo los ha tratado mal, a pesar de estar a mediados de sus 20 años. La mayoría parece muchísimo mayor. La vida de excesos y de popularidad, alcohol y sustancias les pasó factura. Están calvos y obesos.

Algunas de mis acosadoras han perdido su figura esbelta y ahora están más gordas de lo que yo estaba cuando me acosaban. Sus facciones agraciadas se han deteriorado y puedo afirmar que son menos atractivas que yo en la actualidad (y eso que sigo sin considerarme objetivamente atractiva a mí misma).

Hacer una comparación real y objetiva de nuestros estados actuales me crea muchísima gratificación. Es como comprobar que el castigo divino, karma o lo que sea llega para gente malvada y superficial como ellos. Y siento un pequeño placer oculto al observar su decadencia física actual.

Alguien más ha vivido o notado esto con sus acosadores o la gente que le hizo la vida imposible y discriminó por su físico durante su adolescencia o juventud? Si es así, cómo os sentís al respecto? Sentís indiferencia, felicidad o compasión por ellos?

because standing in front of the mirror every time trying to find some positive aspects of your appearance and deceive yourself with words like "i'm pretty" "i have an average appearance" "i can be liked by people" and maybe even convince yourself of your lies in the end, it will only hurt more when the outside world reminds you again of what your appearance is in terms of objective beauty, and your whole confidence will fall apart when someone tells you their honest opinion about how ugly you are, how disgusting it is to be around you, how even plastic surgery won't help you, and how totally unfuckable you are because you're so ugly. denial won't help improve the self-esteem; ultimately, everything will only get worse. there's no way out.

i once managed to convince myself that i had a normal, average appearance that didn't disgust people, but now i'm even more convinced that this is not true. i will never feel better, but now i know there's no point in forcing myself to think i'm looking better than people says i am.

Hey everyone... :)

Does anyone wanna be my friend??? It's ok if I get made fun of for asking this but, I do need one and I need to talk to someone. I need someone besides me because my mental health hasn't been doing well and plus, I just need to open up to someone really really bad...

I'm 15 so I need friends like 15 16 17 20 any age just.....

Yhh

(I know this community is about looks but, I don't know in what community to ask in. Plus, it's my first time so yhh)