All of the words about how beauty is subjective and everyone is beautiful in their own way and true beauty is on the inside—well, they’re all true, but they’re also irrelevant, in a culture where there is a rigidly enforced beauty standard and “ugly” is deployed as justification for abuse and neglect.

Being ugly needs to be okay.

By which I mean: Being ugly cannot be a justification for harm.

So I am happy to concede I am ugly, in order that I may argue that I am deserving of nothing less than if I were beautiful. And so is everyone else.