I have felt the same way since I was very young. I am used to it now. The older you become, the more accepting you get of the fact that you were just delt a really bad hand of cards in the looks department
Ugly inside and outside -- bad combination I think; you mostly just end up hating yourself. It's kind of like beating yourself up, without actually doing harm on the outside.
well, for what its worth, you're not ugly! i promise
This is exactly how I feel the majority of the time. I can't accept how I physically look, I feel that I'm really unattractive. I can't stand that people are more attractive than me (of course, that goes without saying), and in turn, the person who I care about would find those people more attractive too. Why settle for me when he could have someone far more attractive, and probably with a better personality too?
As much as I'm in this stuck state of mind most of the time (I usually think it's just the truth), part of me at this moment thinks that it could get better. Maybe I could see myself differently? There was this week in the summer where I felt pretty. Moderately pretty. It could be the depression, anxiety, constant flood of negative thoughts, and the way in which I compare myself to others that warps my appearance and how I feel about myself? As strange as it still seems to me for there to be two completely different ways I have seen myself (complete monster/inhuman in appearance, moderately pretty) maybe it's possible? And even if the reality could be different than the perception I'm stuck in, I know I'm no stunner. Maybe I will have to accept that. I don't feel like I can right now though.
I feel too ugly to be loved. It's all the acne on my face really, its a major turnoff for people. That and I too can't really communicate with others very well, which leave no catalyst to relate, and no room for a friendship to grow. *sigh*... I really want to love & be loved again, I have to get my life together first. My mind is not very stable and I just don't have the attention span to fulfill a woman's relationship desires. I think my outside ugliness is a reflection of my inside dullness.
People tell me I'm attractive all the time, but if that's true, then why the hell haven't I found someone yet? I have to go on dating sites because no guy will ever take the time to actually get to know me in reality.
My other issue is that my personality sucks. It's not that I feel unattractive physically; I feel hideous when it comes to my personality. I'm too emotionally distant, and I don't want to get too close because people are lying pieces of sh*t and will stab you in the back. I don't need that stress in my life; I get enough stress worrying about whether or not I'll even succeed.
i feel that way all the time.. i've only recently realized that my insecurities about my physical appearance are definitely the cause for me constantly pushing guys away, & with those guys, i push away my chance to be happy. but i just can't seem to do anything about it, i can't even imagine that the things i hate about myself would be the things that a guy wouldn't mind. like my "wobbly bits" for example.. i don't consider myself to be "fat" or big, but those little spots on my stomach or on my legs, my arms, etc? they destroy me. that's why i mainly stay in during the summer, i don't feel like i look decent enough in a swim suit.. so the thought of actually letting any guy see me naked? it terrifies me. but sometimes i really do wonder, if a person truly cares about you, would they see all the flaws in you as ugly? or even unattractive?
I think it is less my looks, though they are a cause of concern, as much as my personality and ability to relate to others.
I do all the time. Whenever a guy shows interest in me I don't understand it one bit.
I am like a character from an horror movie or something...
Some people actually really like those characters....
I often feel too unattractive for love as well. But I try to tell myself that it's all in my head. So what if I don't have a full head of hair? So what if I have extra baggage and no style? Sure, I rarely talk to others; and when I do talk I tend to dwell on things like one of Paganini's violin compositions or the World War II book I'm currently reading. But isn't that better than having a few drinks and singing along to the music in my head? And is it really such a big deal that I'm unemployed, have no degree, and will never be fabulously wealthy or successful?
I try to tell myself that I'm worth loving, too. At least until I look in a mirror, step on a scale, or try to play anything by Paganini. But how many people can actually play Paganini? How many people ever try? Sure, I sometimes wonder what evils I'm capable of, but then I just think of all the good I've done. And several years ago I learned how to juggle 3 balls. I never learned to juggle 4, but that doesn't make me any less lovable than someone who can juggle 5.
The bottom line is that you can't expect love from someone else when you don't even get any from yourself. I'll never be the slim, long-haired musician, falconer, and wealthy ladies' man I'd like to be, but I'm learning to love myself for who I am. I still don't feel good enough for the stunningly beautiful women who catch my eye, but I'm trying not to let that stop me.