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I like ugly guys

by shayla-savio

no, I'm not talking about the ones with big noses or greasy hair not the ones with bad breath or round bellies no, I just like them raw a little broken, a little sad the ones with scars a story to tell I sure know how to pick em' you might say but I'd never give them up any day a whole adventure in a person like the outdoors one with canyons and mountains he would let me explore only ugly guys give themselves all at once no parts hidden, everything is exposed vulnerability is thought to be a weakness but in reality it's bold I like ugly guys.
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shayla-savio
26 / F / Swiss
For You?
Written by
shayla-savio
26 / F / Swiss
Published
Jul 10, 2017
Time
2m
Notes

So go out there and be real, often we hide because we fear getting hurt. But in that fear we miss out on the world, we miss out on living, and worst of all, love. So even if we may get bruised, get to the lowest of the low, you'll one day stumble upon something that embraces you as you are, something that cherishes your ugliness unconditionally, something that inspires you to be better, whether that be a passion, a person, or something as simple as a smile. Is it really worth hiding if you miss on the chance to experience that?

Edit: I am very grateful to everyone who took the time to read my work and am in disbelief a piece of mine chosen as the daily pick for the very first time! This community is amazing :)

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#love#selfesteem#confidence#acceptance#life
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