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I Grew Up Feeling Ugly…….. But…..
“Her one good deed infected my heart and will last for eternity.”
I grew up as a petite Asian girl with an unnaturally prominent forehead and skin that gave competition to the Middle Eastern Oil fields. To top it off, those volcanic craters of pimples that visited me seasonally were worse and left scars deeper than any horror movie.
There were times when I wanted to be a cat. Cats look cute no matter what and don’t have to worry about pimples. Everybody adores them in all shapes and sizes. The grumpier and squashier their faces, the more adoration they garner.
While growing up, I did not meet any of the beauty standards set by human society. I possessed no flawless porcelain skin like my cousin. I lacked the sexy, square shoulders of The tinge of pain when my US return cousin measured my shoulders with hers and casually rendered mine less attractive.
I grew up in an Indian society where big, beautiful eyes are a token of beauty. I am from North Eastern India known for different physical features from those living in mainland India. Given my Mongoloid features and Asian eyes, in my young mind, I was destined to die ugly.
Watching Bollywood movies with their quintessential mainland heroines only widened the chasm where I…
