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Ugliness vs. Beauty

Ugliness vs. Beauty

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Published by Jeffery Chen
1 Ugliness vs. Beauty The definitions that I have of beauty and ugliness have changed as I have experienced more and more in my life. My first definitions of beauty and ugliness were based on physical aspects. I considered people beautiful if they were pleasing to look at. They should be an average height, weight, and size. More importantly, the way people looked was the most important factor. There was a guy that I met either in the third or fourth grade who looked good. His hair always stood u
1 Ugliness vs. Beauty The definitions that I have of beauty and ugliness have changed as I have experienced more and more in my life. My first definitions of beauty and ugliness were based on physical aspects. I considered people beautiful if they were pleasing to look at. They should be an average height, weight, and size. More importantly, the way people looked was the most important factor. There was a guy that I met either in the third or fourth grade who looked good. His hair always stood u

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1Ugliness vs. BeautyThe definitions that I have of beauty and ugliness have changed as I haveexperienced more and more in my life. My first definitions of beauty and ugliness werebased on physical aspects. I considered people beautiful if they were pleasing to look at.They should be an average height, weight, and size. More importantly, the way peoplelooked was the most important factor. There was a guy that I met either in the third or fourth grade who looked good. His hair always stood up with gel in it. He was a littletaller than me and always wore fashionable clothes. The thing that I admired him themost was the shape of his body. He was physically built, and could do more than fiftypush-ups at one time. He was an example of a good looking guy.In most movies or fairy tales, good people are usually good looking, and evilpeople usually look ugly. Even though they behave well, that might be their disguisesbecause their natures are evil. The picture book Snow White is one of the examples. As achild, by just looking at the pictures in the book, I knew that Snow White was a goodperson because she had a decent look, in fact, a beautiful look. Compared to her, thewitch was definitely an evil person because she was ugly. Before my last year inelementary school, that was the way I judged a person. Unlike my peers, I did not want tobe friends with an ugly person.Because I was a short strong kid, I did not like physically ugly people, especiallybig fat kids about my age. People always teased me on my size, which made me furiousat big kids. When my relatives got together on special holidays, my cousins and nieces allcame to my house. In terms of age, I was the second oldest among my five cousins andfour nieces, but I was the shortest among them. My uncles and aunts always said I needed
 
2to consume more calcium. Being small was not a very big deal for me; however, the factthat they constantly compared me with their sons and daughters really annoyed me.Big fat kids were a foil to my smallness. Therefore, I hated them. When I first sawKevin who was gigantic in fourth grade, I disliked him because of his size. I especiallyhated the thick and big glasses he wore all the time. He looked very clumsy and fat to me.When he walked around in the classroom, I felt there was an earthquake going on. Ithought he was the ugliest person I had ever seen and he should be sent away from earthright away. Even though he was ugly, I did not think he was evil. I did not know whyother kids in my classroom did not seem to dislike him. Based on my definition, myfriend should have had an average weight. Kevin treated me well and had never doneanything wrong to me. However, he did not qualify to be my friend because of the wayhe looked.However, the way that I judged a person slowly changed as I learned more frombooks and as I experienced more. I still remember that I learned something about MartinLuther King, Jr. which influenced me. There was a translated version of his great speechin Chinese. He said something like people should not judge others by the way they look,but should be concerned about the things they do. When I first read his famous words, Ionly understood some of them. However, I learned that people’s true characters hadnothing to do with their beauty and ugliness. I truly experienced this with theunforgettable event that happened between me and Kevin.I had been immature, mean, and disrespectful to him throughout our elementaryschool years. Still, Kevin always greeted me with a smile when he saw me in theclassroom in the morning. However, I did not respond or say anything to him and just
 
3nodded my head unwillingly. Even though I treated him badly, he never stopped treatingme nicely. The most horrible thing I did to him was during the midterm we had before thefinal exam. During the midterm, I finished my exam and double checked my answerstwenty minutes before our papers got collected. While my calculator sat on my desk freely, Kevin whispered to me if he could borrow it. I peeked around and discovered thateverybody was busy with theirs. I was the only one with a free calculator; however, Iresponded to him that I was still using it. Then, I saw a disappointed look on his face.Without asking me for it again, he tried to use his pen to calculate the large numbers. Atthat time, a strange happiness invaded me because it was a perfect time to get him intotrouble. If he screwed up the midterm, I would feel happy. I pretended that I was busy byhitting the buttons on my calculator randomly and writing down answers on my paper.When the teacher went around and collected papers, I saw a desperate look on his face,which made me feel satisfied.Things happened ironically. Kevin forgot to bring his calculator during themidterm, and I forgot to bring mine during the final. The difference was that I did not lethim borrow my calculator during the midterm, but he let me borrow his during the finalexam. Before Kevin lent me his calculator, I had been staring at the three digit numberson the final exam, and my body temperature had increased. I attempted to calculate theseequations without using a calculator; however, I failed to do so because it was toocomplicated and time-consuming. When I saw my classmates busy pressing numbers ontheir calculators and writing down answers, my body felt hotter and hotter. I sat there for ten minutes without doing anything in the last section on my exam. When I looked at mywatch, I had thirty more minutes before the end of the exam. I felt restless as I listened to

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