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Am I Ugly?
If you’re seeking an honest opinion, Youtube probably isn’t the place to get it. The notoriously nasty commentators now hold the self-esteem of several pre-teen girls who are posting “Am I Ugly Videos” to the site. – Inquisitr
She turned on the camera and sat on the bed. He leaned back in his chair and watched.
She was twelve, maybe, thirteen, sitting in a dark room and playing with the blonde hair that hung down from her winter cap. The camera rolled, her hands fell flat on the mattress, and she spoke directly into the small red dot that blinked above her computer.
“Hi,” she said. “So I decided to make this video, basically, because I wanted to know if you guys thought if I was like ugly or not. A lot of people think I’m ugly. I think I’m ugly. I think I’m ugly and fat. Soooo yeah, tell me what you think?”
Her head turned from side and side in front of the camera. She took her hat off and flipped her bangs away from her face to reveal her dull blue eyes. She posed. She flirted. She made kissy lips at the camera and asked again.
“Am I ugly?” she said. “It’s OK to say that I am. I know that I am. Well, like, thanks for watching.”
He sat in a room a few hundred miles away and laughed.
“Pathetic,” he said. “What a waste of breath.”
He leaned over his keyboard and watched as the girl’s sullen eyes stared straight into the camera. Her lips cracked into a slanted smile, she waved goodbye, and the screen went black.
“Why would you come to the internet for advice,” he said. “Bitch has got to learn.”
He pulled his hand out from the waistband of his pants and started to type.
“Am I ugly, you ask. Yes, yes you are. If I were you I’d end my life now. There’s no hope for you.”
He laughed to himself and leaned back in his chair.
“Am I ugly,” he scoffed. “Pathetic.”
He scratched his beer belly, cracked his knuckles, and wiped a pool of spit that had gathered at the end of his droopy lips. He refreshed the screen and watched as the trolls of the world weighed in. “Ugly Bitch.” “End your life.” “I’d screw her if she put a bag over that ugly head of hers.”
It made him smile.
He spent the rest of the night flipping through “Am I Ugly” videos arguing with the other trolls about who should kill themselves first. It was a beautiful. She sat at her computer and cried, shocked at how much ugly existed in the world.
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