Maybe you’re ugly or maybe you’re beautiful

Either way you’re not perfect

 

You’re a bit ugly and a bit beautiful

And usually that means you’ll accentuate the beautiful aspects of yourself

And then you’ll also put a fucking spin on it, make-up on it — and make yourself a little extra beautiful

 

And it’s fine to not wallow in one’s weaknesses,

And of course the world will want what you have to offer — which you shall advertise

All fine

 

What’s not fine is of course that you begin to believe this image you’ve created of yourself

And this stupid, pathetic, insecure delusion — is often worse than the actual ugliness you’re hiding

 

It’s often worse — for those who smell it — know you’re hiding something

And that which is not known — can be anything

Including very very ugly

Even more ugly than yourself

If you hide it — some part of them will assume the worst

 

And it’s often worse — because you’re deceiving others

They want a realistic image of the entity they are dealing with

You sell them something else

You’re scamming them

 

And it’s often worse — because it betrays profound ignorance

Maybe you don’t even understand that you’re not as hot as you’re presenting yourself

That you just got lucky

Or that your great success in one matter doesn’t imbue you with the same glory in other aspects

And that is so stupid

Previously you were merely not as great as you seemed — now you’re clearly even worse than that — for you’re too stupid to even understand the nature of your position

It makes you unrelatable too — since now you’re an alien to the worlds of both the have-nots and the haves. You’re neither of the two

 

Be honest about what you are

Including what you don’t know about yourself

Be honest how others are seeing you

Be honest how you see yourself

Be honest where you try to go

Otherwise you’re creating some weird Frankenstein monster,

and then you no longer know who you are

and then others no longer know who you are

and then, one day, you’re nothing at all

the mirage eventually disappears,

but unlike “normal” people — you’ve now nothing underneath