Have u ever been told that you're beautiful even though you aren't? Being cheered and told by your parents that beauty is from the inside. Well, it's bullshit to me. Only beautiful people said that. No ugly people said that. People also see what we look like in the outside first, rather than seeing us by how we are in the inside. Only people who are already close with each other can say that. When they're not even friends yet, I bet you they will not say “beauty is from the inside, and you're beautiful from the inside. That is why I want to be friends with you.” Yea… The world doesn't work like that, honey.

    I don't know about your life, but being the ugly duckling is very hard, especially when you're living in 2085. Now, beauty is very important. Even 80-year-olds still get plastic surgery to still be beautiful. Advertisement ads of make up, cosmetic surgery and other stuff is everywhere. The beauty industry is at its peak right now. I mean, people everywhere looks like gods when I look like an ugly hag. It's way harder when all of your family members looks and acts like a swan, but you're just there being an ugly duckling of the family that your grandparents, cousins and other relatives talk about every single time.

    My mom has blonde hair that looks like it's spun from gold. She has a beautiful green eyes. I swear she's as beautiful as the goddess of love, Aphrodite herself. My dad looks like he's prince charming straight from a storybook. He has this gorgeous chocolate brown hair and eyes.  Don't look at his smile, I'm warning you. You don't want to be flashed. If my parents are just drop-dead gorgeous, I should be like that too, right? Guess what, I'm not. I look like the ugliest nerdy kid ever. I have this kinda blurry green eyes that look washed out, my hair is this kinda ugly looking brown. I also use glasses from reading too much until night. Not only that, but I also look dead! And my mom said I am beautiful? Nope. It's probably just to cheer me up, so I wouldn't be sad, but the more she said these things, the more dead I feel.

    Enough of this ranting and sad backstory! First, let me introduce myself! My name is Iris and this is my story of being not good enough and finally acceptance. You'll read about my adventures and my self-love journey and how I grew myself to be a better person not only to my self (which is the best thing I could do to myself since I was very harsh and hateful to myself) but also to others by reminding them that what matters is them and beauty is not everything. There is more than just beauty in this world.