“People often say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing you are the beholder.” ~ Salma Hayek
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I used to be an ugly girl
Thick, bushy eyebrows
unplucked,
forehead, covered with acne
all people saw when they looked at me
all I saw because
Who could love an ugly girl?
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“An excessive sweating problem.”
Sweat all down my sides
Sweat on my forehead
I’d have to wear sweatshirts in the summer
Run to the bathroom and dry my underarms
in secret, as fast as possible
because the door might open
and no one knew, no one could know
Because
Who could love an ugly girl?
I wore baggy T-shirts in grade school
refused to wear a training bra.
Hair on my thighs
thighs that were bigger than others’.
What was happening to my body?
Why can’t I control my own body?
Who would love this ugly girl?
In grade nine
I discovered tweezers
Finally got Botox injections for the sweat
Prescriptions creams and food restricting
Finally, the acne is gone.
Toss me the push-up bra
Girls are wearing thongs?
Get me some of those.
Low-cut tops
Low-waist jeans
Straighten hair
Hairless legs
Pluck pluck pluck
Braces and straight teeth
Now, someone could love this used-to-be-ugly girl.
I was noticed,
asked out,
kissed for the first time in my basement.
Hands held under a blanket
Hands that moved around my body under a blanket
Hands that discovered my body
Before I did.
But now, someone loved this ugly girl.
I’m beautiful, you say?
Let’s date.
Fall in love
Have sex
Or was it the other way around?
Pretty girls don’t need to wait.
Broken hearts, breaking too many hearts
You are the devil.
Where are the real feelings?
Why can’t I feel anything?
Pass the bottle, please.
Let’s make out in the corner
Because who could actually love an ugly girl?
You don’t really find me pretty.
Why can’t you just be pretty?
Fix that, pluck this, inject here,
pull harder, longer,
eat right, exercise right,
sleep right, do it all right,
Honey.
That’s how you’ll find love
Because who could love an ugly girl?
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Sometimes, I’m a little bit glad
I used to be an ugly girl.
Because now I find value in other things
Maybe I even love an ugly boy
But wait no—
He’s not ugly.
Look there,
I see a smile.
He’s kind and funny and smart
He makes art like a goddamn modern-day Shakespeare.
And look,
There,
in the way he gets to know you
actually likes you, for you.
He sees how you try and show up in the world
because he,
like you,
can love an ugly girl.
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The ugly has been gone for years
but you keep it there
like your own little secret
reminding you
that some things can erase the ugly
And maybe the ugly was never really there.
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This piece was originally a spoken word piece performed for the Women of the Wick Poetry Night.
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