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"A picture can express feelings, moods, and give us a different perspective on life..."

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Name's Hikari, and here is my adventure on what people describe ugly. I mean, we use the word freely, but with our own bias consideration and opinions along with them.

My own meaning of ugly is also different.

"Ugly, to me, is something that doesn't fit our visual preference of how something should look. If a super model didn't look good in your eyes, than you would think she's ugly. Sir, what do you think?"

I was a young high school student, that was on a project.

A project to see how people react to when they get asked to describe ugly. I stared at him intently. His name was, uh, I think Takeru?

Ah, well, he was cute, with blond hair and azure eyes. He rubbed his chin in thought, momentarily shutting his eyes, before they popped open, scaring the living hell out of me.

He gave a small smile, before opening his mouth. "What ugly is to me, is something that I dislike or someone. Like you said, its something in our brain that doesn't like something particular. I guess its our subconscious telling us what we like, and dislike, in a manner of all things."

I scribbled furiously, as speedy as a hummingbird heartbeat. This person's perspective was almost the same as mine! Thanking him quickly, and walking away just as fast, I heard him running behind me.

Gaining a few breaths, he straightened out his uniform, as same as mine, before clearing his throat. And giving an nervous scratch behind his head.

"Uh, well, can we maybe see each other, um, soon, like occasionallyor something over coffee...?" he finished weakly, and awkwardly, but this doesn't mean I won't take his offer, I took it proudly!

"Sure, why not? Hm, how about tomorrow? Same place here, and we can go out then." I smiled friendly, I had a familiar feeling in my stomach about this person, but I just couldn't get my head in it...

I guess we were both blushing like crazy, cause when I looked over onto his face, he was as red as a firetruck! His azure eyes twinkled over along on y face, and I could feel my own face heating up...

God, this was flat-out embarrassing. I knew my face was as red as my hair clip holding my bangs, and that is red!

I excused myself quickly, and literally bolted away.

But when I was running, you know, back home. I noticed something, a picture was teared apart right in the middle, of an family. Their faces was blocked out, and it was placed in the garbage can I was just running by.

A picture that was teared apart, a family was teared apart, placed with all this filth.

Filth that us mankind create. Pollution, and all that waste was, well, ugly. In a way, I couldn't see pollution as beautiful. But ugly.

I guess I knew what I was going to do for my project.

A picture of pollution, and waste. But in a way... If you thought about it, it could be beautiful in its own unique way.

Grabbing my awesome pro camera, that cost about 1000$, I took pictures. Pictures of all kind. And I guess, I found mine. I actually had many, one that had the garbage can, along with the teared apart picture.

Next was an alleyway, full of garbage bags stacked high, high off the floor, that it seemed to touch the sky. Along with the grey filled skies.

Picture perfect, but now, that I'm seeing it, it can look beautiful, and ugly at the same way.

It just depends on how you think about it. I placed everything back, nodding well at my work, before walking away happily, leaving my brown chestnut hair to sway in the wind behind me.

Now, my new upcoming project was to look good for Takeru! Grinning widely, I shouted in a moment of happiness. I had learned many things in just one day, and that all things can't be ugly.

"There is no such thing as something that is truly ugly. It's just being uniquely beautiful in it's own way. We cannot think with just our minds, we need to think outside that box of ours, and see what they can lead us too. We are all beautiful. In our own unique style."

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