You know something man? I consider myself a good looking chap. All my life, I’ve been told I look good.
But I too, know when I’ve looked really, really ugly.
So fuck my so-called lucky genes or natural good looks.
I’m ugly whenever I am angry, frustrated and pissed off.
That’s the true definition of beauty and ugly.
The truest form of beauty comes from being happy and letting that inspiration spread to others, so much so they just want to keep hanging out with you.
So smile. Be happy, or at least try to not let your worries get to you.
If you can’t even smile or at least try to be happy, then you’re ugly. You’ll look like shit. Period. Nobody wants to be around that insecurity. And no amount of lucky genes, nice clothes or whatever will ever help with that.
So be happy. Life is too short to look ugly.