open letter
Dear world:
I'm a bit of an artist. I know how to separate that which is aesthetically pleasing from that which is not. My face: my self; more the latter than the former. I'm no fool. I know. Ugly does not preclude "sexy", but it does wear you down. I am not aging gracefully. I look tired, all the time; make up doesn't help. My new haircut doesn't help. Clever camera angles, though, do. And so do masks. I'm not pitying myself. I refuse to take that boring road, I always have. I just felt like sneaking the truth out there, just this once: I know I'm kinda ugly. Stop treating me like I don't.
Thank you.
I'm a bit of an artist. I know how to separate that which is aesthetically pleasing from that which is not. My face: my self; more the latter than the former. I'm no fool. I know. Ugly does not preclude "sexy", but it does wear you down. I am not aging gracefully. I look tired, all the time; make up doesn't help. My new haircut doesn't help. Clever camera angles, though, do. And so do masks. I'm not pitying myself. I refuse to take that boring road, I always have. I just felt like sneaking the truth out there, just this once: I know I'm kinda ugly. Stop treating me like I don't.
Thank you.