I thought I have overcame these insecurities. The last thing I need is a comment to recall myself how I see myself.
I always had a lot of physical complexes, indeed, when I began Secondary Education, I was so skinny...I wanted to lose weight, and people even thought I was developing anorexia nervous.
I didn’t like neither my physics nor my social skills. So, It became an obsession to change my body through exercise and eating very little. I needed to compensate socially awkwardness and my pathological shyness. Here, people are so fun and cool, and friendly.
Then, I developed Agoraphobia. 7 years I didn’t dare to go out of my house.

I’m objective when I say that, maybe I shouldn’t have to use the word ugly, but I’m sincere when I say my face is weird. And my hair is hard to cope with it. So, most of the comments I receive even from my own partner are negative. They think that if I go to the hairdresser’s to have a haircut is gonna be a solution but my face is my face and I can’t change it.

I was accepting it. That’s why I feel so frustrating. I don’t need to be pointed out something I can’t change.

On another side, I don’t use to point anyone about his or her way to dress, his face, etc. I only see the person as a whole. And I’m fine with it.

Before all this, when I was younger, when I used to go to visit my grandmother, the first words out of her mouth was, Oh, Azul, these hairs.
I felt as if I have been done something bad, only because I have the hairs I was born with.
Noone, neither my dad or my mum told me ever that I was pretty. Only when I was already an adult they did it.

Btw, Thanks all of you for your replays.

P.S. I don’t want to be perfect. Only a little close to normal. Don’t call the attention for any negative, either.