No one has ever told my sister that she is ugly. I asked her myself,
‘Has anyone ever said that you are “ugly”?’
There are days when she looks in a mirror with me in the room and she says,
‘I am ugly.’
I wonder how often she repeats these words to herself when there’s no one listening. I tell her,
‘That’s not true, you’re beautiful.’ I say it over and over again until she tells me to stop. That’s when I look into her eyes and say,
My sister was not taught to hate the way she looks. Her insecurities grew because she was surrounded by images of an “ideal” that she couldn’t turn herself into. She was assaulted with “views” and “looks” that were manufactured to symoblise ‘perfection.’ A notion that was impossible for such a young girl to carry on her shoulders.
As she couldn’t attain her “ideal self” that the society around her so cruelly asked for, she came to a simple conclusion. She was ‘ugly.’
With some encouragement slowly, my sister is beginning to accept the person that she is. She has a way to go but I know she is strong. She’s beginning to see that there are more important aspects that make her who she is and it’s not just about the way she looks.
There are too many people out there telling themselves things that are not true. What they need is someone looking from the outside to recognise the person that is within.
Look after those around you. Tell them they are beautiful.