₦airaland Forum

If a lady calls Obasanjo handsome, what do you think she means ?..
Ok let's forget tho, I don't know what I'm saying.

Ugly dey anyways, me I know say ugly dey.

Most of us are ugly.

czarr:
Ugly is ugly, money helps but ugly is ugly bro

No lady has spoken about her experience yet.

[quote author=DoggoneDogg post=105032275][/quote]What now?

Jeon:
What now?

Stop practising lesbianism

All of dem fine for dia mind too be that o

bodybuilder:
No lady has spoken about her experience yet.

Nobody is ugly

Lollittaa:
[color=deeppink]from your moniker you seem fitness conscious. People like you are perfectionists and obviously obsessed with looks and nothing less than a 100% would do. So who's being emotional? There are no ugly persons. Get that [/color]

It is interesting that, on one hand you correctly conclude that the the OP pursuit of 100% absolute perfectionist is unattainable; but you quickly swift to state that it is absolute and 100% that, there are no ugly persons.

My sister, no matter your work of life, situation or things, there are no absolutes on earth. There are beautiful people, ugly people and some in between…just like there are poor people, rich people and some in between….fat people, slim people and some in between… that is life!

We don’t have an utopian world yet, I understand the Bible promised us one, but it is not yet here.

linearity:
It is interesting that, on one hand you correctly conclude that the the OP pursuit of 100% absolute perfectionist is unattainable; but you quickly swift to state that it is absolute and 100% that, there are no ugly persons.

My sister, no matter your work of life, situation or things, there are no absolutes on earth. There are beautiful people, ugly people and some in between…just like there are poor people, rich people and some in between….fat people, slim people and some in between… that is life!

We don’t have an utopian world yet, I understand the Bible promised us one, but it is not yet here.

[color=coral]when you stop looking at the face and pay more attention to how people behave, you realise there are no ugly faces, just ugly minds [/color]

Lollittaa:
[color=coral]when you stop looking at the face and pay more attention to how people behave, you realise there are no ugly faces, just ugly minds [/color]

We're not talking about minds here. We're talking about face... come to reality, no denial.

bodybuilder:
We're not talking about minds here. We're talking about face... come to reality, no denial.

[color=olive]I'm done here. [/color]

Lollittaa:
[color=olive]I'm done here. [/color]

Always be by your side
That’s the most important thing
If you’re there beside me, that brings to perfection ay ya ya


Widely like the sky
Above the clouds moving
Other than us is nothing
Nothing to fear
Paradise just for two of us
The clock hands oh yeah yeah
Is spinning on and on oh yeh yeh
And the touching line of fortune
In the same time



24 hours
Thinking only about you (thinking) always (thinking)
24 hours
I’ll always be with you (closer) with you (closer)
24 hours
We’re surely going to see each other always forever
24 hours
Let’s not leavе each other evеn for a second together
24 hours.

bodybuilder:
When I say ugly, I'm not talking about average looking, I'm talking objectively ugly. This is not an insult, you didn't create yourself any way. What are daily experiences or life experiences from being ugly? Do you ever get toasted by guys? Do you get catcalled? How has it affected your life? Any advantages?

No derailing. I'd like to hear from the ladies.

Ask Megatron77....its a advantage for her sir!!

Nothing somebody will not see on Nairaland.
Who will admit they are ugly?

Mind you, in your minds eye, you may be beautiful but to the next person you're ugly. So, its depends.

I don't care if she looks like Oshomole... make she just get big yansh.

It feels good, at least I know that when a guy is interested in me, it's not because of my face or body or even money(I don't have any) but because I truly have an interesting personality.

Lollittaa:
[color=orange]there are no ugly people. Only ugly minds [/color]

Stop telling lies

chiommy123:
Someone that's ugly in your eyes is very beautiful in another's eyes

.
Na lie o..

Some people wor wor o.

Chai

Jeon:
I am an ugly woman. Objectively, I really am. Please don't argue with me on this one, I am not overweight, actually in better shape than most women my age, I dress well, I am great with makeup. But last weekend the world just had to remind me that despite all this, people will go out of their way to kick me.
I don't often go clubbing, but Saturday night was a special occasion. A friend was celebrating her 21st, and it was also the weekend after a long week of brutal exams. It felt like a good time to blow off some steam. Because I don't often go clubbing, I really tried this night to look nice. There was an outfit that I had bought a long time ago, but that I'd never worn because it was a little sexier than what I usually wear. A close friend had picked it out for me when we were shopping, and, in that "you go girl" kind of way had urged me to buy it. I did my makeup painstakingly, straightened my hair which always takes forever because my hair is huge, put on that too-sexy-for-me outfit. And when I looked in the mirror I was even surprised at myself. "Wow, is that me? I actually look...nice!"
I showed my friends. They all said I looked great. And they MEANT it too. Like, genuine happy encouragement. I could tell they were sincere and it made me feel so good, like for once I wasn't just masquerading as an attractive girl with fancy makeup and clothes, but that I WAS the attractive girl. I hadn't felt so attractive in ages, Reddit.
When we got to the club, we got a nasty surprise. We had been told that tonight there was no cover charge for girls, and so none of us had brought much cash on our person. Well, our info was wrong. They did indeed ask for a cover. Only one of us 6 girls had cash, and she only had enough to cover two people. When we got to the door and found this out, a group of guys behind us volunteered to help us out. They each forked over a couple of bucks to cover my friends, but not one of them offered to cover me. One by one my friends were let in and they waited on the other side of the door until everyone got through. The guys were doing everything to avoid eye contact with me. They were looking at the ground, the street, pretending to look through their wallets for cash to cover one more girl. It was so painfully obvious that I felt like just going home. Luckily, my friend with the extra cash covered me so I was allowed in.
Well, once we were inside I thought I could just forget about that incident. I had dressed up and come out, to have a good time and relax. So for a while I danced with my friends. It wasn't long before other guys started dancing with us. We kind of paired off slowly, there was a guy whose two buddies had started dancing with other girls and he was left alone. At that point I too had lost track of my friends and was alone. He started dancing with me, but the whole time he seemed really distracted. Not once did he really look at my face, he was kinda looking around the club the whole time, like he was browsing the scene for another, more attractive girl he could bounce to. In less than 10 minutes, he had seen one. He peaced out without a word, and I saw him dancing a few minutes later with a very attractive brunette. The way he acted with her was just SO different than when he had danced with me. He was face to face with her, smiling, dancing enthusiastically.
That made my stomach drop. I went to the bar, found one of my friends who was sitting there with a guy. She introduced us, he bought everyone drinks. After a while I felt like a bit of a third wheel so I went back to the dance floor. Eventually my group of girls regathered together. Everyone had a guy, except for one of them who had a bf at home. So I danced with her, with our friends and their guys near us.
There was a photographer going around the club, taking pictures of the people there. I assume it was for some promo for their website or something. He got to our group, and literally circled us several times, taking several pics from different angles. I was kind of psyched about this, so I did my best to look like I was having a good time, made sure he could snap me at my best. But after a while I realized he wasn't circling us to get our best angles. He was trying to get a frame without ME. If I moved closer to the center of the group, for instance, he would tilt his camera a little the other way. I couldn't believe it until finally, he actually came up to me and asked me to get out of the shot.
I felt so ugly right then. For all the effort I had put into looking and feeling good that night, it seemed like it just didn't matter. So the night ends with me leaving the club. My friend with the bf at home who was dancing with me left with me so I wouldn't be alone. The rest of my girl friends didn't notice what had happened with the photographer, so when they asked me where I was going I just told them I was tired and wanted to go home. And since I wasn't leaving alone, they let me.
So yeah, that's my story from the weekend.
Please be kinder to ugly people, Reddit. Maybe one of the people I met that night will read this post and recognize themselves. I hope so, if only so they can know how behavior they're barely conscious of can affect someone else.

Very funny

[quote author=Jeon post=105032135][/quote]Truth is, it isn't about being ugly. Maybe this is but something similar had happened to me.
I'm not ugly. In fact, lot of people have complimented my beauty, random people, my friends, my relatives. But one time, I went out with my friends and some guys came to us. The others got quickly hooked up but I was alone. The remaining guy who wasn't hooked up ignored me. I felt really bad. It happened again when I went to a gboy's party with my friends and each were approached by guys but I wasn't. They gave us money when going back and I realized that my money was half of what they had all gotten. Funny thing is, facially I was more prettier than some of them or maybe that's what I thought.

I felt bad. I kept thinking maybe because I didn't have that curvy shape or I wasn't beautiful as a lot of people had told me. Worked on my shape. Took good care of my skin and now, when a guy who approaches me compliments my beauty first, it turns me off from him.

Anyway, even when a random stranger tells me how beautiful I am, I just laugh and don't think of it. I learnt to not allow other people's perception affect me. And I learnt to forget about how attractive I am to other people. If I am fine to myself, I am fine.

iamtardey:
All of dem fine for dia mind too be that o

I think its because its easier to mask it with makeup and good hair do

blinking001:
Very funny

. Most times it is not always about the looks or physical appearance, it is way beyond that, the spiritual controls the physical.

Jeon:
I am an ugly woman. Objectively, I really am. Please don't argue with me on this one, I am not overweight, actually in better shape than most women my age, I dress well, I am great with makeup. But last weekend the world just had to remind me that despite all this, people will go out of their way to kick me.
I don't often go clubbing, but Saturday night was a special occasion. A friend was celebrating her 21st, and it was also the weekend after a long week of brutal exams. It felt like a good time to blow off some steam. Because I don't often go clubbing, I really tried this night to look nice. There was an outfit that I had bought a long time ago, but that I'd never worn because it was a little sexier than what I usually wear. A close friend had picked it out for me when we were shopping, and, in that "you go girl" kind of way had urged me to buy it. I did my makeup painstakingly, straightened my hair which always takes forever because my hair is huge, put on that too-sexy-for-me outfit. And when I looked in the mirror I was even surprised at myself. "Wow, is that me? I actually look...nice!"
I showed my friends. They all said I looked great. And they MEANT it too. Like, genuine happy encouragement. I could tell they were sincere and it made me feel so good, like for once I wasn't just masquerading as an attractive girl with fancy makeup and clothes, but that I WAS the attractive girl. I hadn't felt so attractive in ages, Reddit.
When we got to the club, we got a nasty surprise. We had been told that tonight there was no cover charge for girls, and so none of us had brought much cash on our person. Well, our info was wrong. They did indeed ask for a cover. Only one of us 6 girls had cash, and she only had enough to cover two people. When we got to the door and found this out, a group of guys behind us volunteered to help us out. They each forked over a couple of bucks to cover my friends, but not one of them offered to cover me. One by one my friends were let in and they waited on the other side of the door until everyone got through. The guys were doing everything to avoid eye contact with me. They were looking at the ground, the street, pretending to look through their wallets for cash to cover one more girl. It was so painfully obvious that I felt like just going home. Luckily, my friend with the extra cash covered me so I was allowed in.
Well, once we were inside I thought I could just forget about that incident. I had dressed up and come out, to have a good time and relax. So for a while I danced with my friends. It wasn't long before other guys started dancing with us. We kind of paired off slowly, there was a guy whose two buddies had started dancing with other girls and he was left alone. At that point I too had lost track of my friends and was alone. He started dancing with me, but the whole time he seemed really distracted. Not once did he really look at my face, he was kinda looking around the club the whole time, like he was browsing the scene for another, more attractive girl he could bounce to. In less than 10 minutes, he had seen one. He peaced out without a word, and I saw him dancing a few minutes later with a very attractive brunette. The way he acted with her was just SO different than when he had danced with me. He was face to face with her, smiling, dancing enthusiastically.
That made my stomach drop. I went to the bar, found one of my friends who was sitting there with a guy. She introduced us, he bought everyone drinks. After a while I felt like a bit of a third wheel so I went back to the dance floor. Eventually my group of girls regathered together. Everyone had a guy, except for one of them who had a bf at home. So I danced with her, with our friends and their guys near us.
There was a photographer going around the club, taking pictures of the people there. I assume it was for some promo for their website or something. He got to our group, and literally circled us several times, taking several pics from different angles. I was kind of psyched about this, so I did my best to look like I was having a good time, made sure he could snap me at my best. But after a while I realized he wasn't circling us to get our best angles. He was trying to get a frame without ME. If I moved closer to the center of the group, for instance, he would tilt his camera a little the other way. I couldn't believe it until finally, he actually came up to me and asked me to get out of the shot.
I felt so ugly right then. For all the effort I had put into looking and feeling good that night, it seemed like it just didn't matter. So the night ends with me leaving the club. My friend with the bf at home who was dancing with me left with me so I wouldn't be alone. The rest of my girl friends didn't notice what had happened with the photographer, so when they asked me where I was going I just told them I was tired and wanted to go home. And since I wasn't leaving alone, they let me.
So yeah, that's my story from the weekend.
Please be kinder to ugly people, Reddit. Maybe one of the people I met that night will read this post and recognize themselves. I hope so, if only so they can know how behavior they're barely conscious of can affect someone else.

As a street smart person I would say there's no ugly person.
What we have is people who lack"doings" or energy (men and women inclusive) .
If you put up a certain kind of attitude or energy in the way you talk, walk and dress niggaz would fall for you if you are a girl and bitches would fall for you if you are a guy.
Some guys are scared to talk to the finest chic but they are my targets" what is worth doing is worth doing well "
Every body has something about their look that is not pretty.
Too slim,too fat,too short,too tall baby you can't have it all.
No matter how beautiful the women i have dated are,my friends would always chook me pin by telling me they are too tall, She is too fat , She dey bleach and so on on other occasions those same friends would tell me they are too pretty but why they discouraged me initially was because such beautiful girls are going to be difficult to get the 3 points from . Don't let people determine your mood when you go outside or when you communicate with people thru any media.Always put up that I am satisfied with my appearance and everything about me . However,note that not all the days your looks,cash or doings (energy) would give you the date you desire .
My guy once told me"if my wife no gree give me,I go meet my girlfriend.
If my girlfriend no gree give me, I go meet ashawo.
If ashawo don close ,I go masturbate.i no fit let anyone ruin my mood . Funny as it sounds that is the energy a street smart person carries.
We chase money that we have no fhuck to give about someone not responding to our sexual compliments or advances.

Jeon:
I am an ugly woman. Objectively, I really am. Please don't argue with me on this one, I am not overweight, actually in better shape than most women my age, I dress well, I am great with makeup. But last weekend the world just had to remind me that despite all this, people will go out of their way to kick me.
I don't often go clubbing, but Saturday night was a special occasion. A friend was celebrating her 21st, and it was also the weekend after a long week of brutal exams. It felt like a good time to blow off some steam. Because I don't often go clubbing, I really tried this night to look nice. There was an outfit that I had bought a long time ago, but that I'd never worn because it was a little sexier than what I usually wear. A close friend had picked it out for me when we were shopping, and, in that "you go girl" kind of way had urged me to buy it. I did my makeup painstakingly, straightened my hair which always takes forever because my hair is huge, put on that too-sexy-for-me outfit. And when I looked in the mirror I was even surprised at myself. "Wow, is that me? I actually look...nice!"
I showed my friends. They all said I looked great. And they MEANT it too. Like, genuine happy encouragement. I could tell they were sincere and it made me feel so good, like for once I wasn't just masquerading as an attractive girl with fancy makeup and clothes, but that I WAS the attractive girl. I hadn't felt so attractive in ages, Reddit.
When we got to the club, we got a nasty surprise. We had been told that tonight there was no cover charge for girls, and so none of us had brought much cash on our person. Well, our info was wrong. They did indeed ask for a cover. Only one of us 6 girls had cash, and she only had enough to cover two people. When we got to the door and found this out, a group of guys behind us volunteered to help us out. They each forked over a couple of bucks to cover my friends, but not one of them offered to cover me. One by one my friends were let in and they waited on the other side of the door until everyone got through. The guys were doing everything to avoid eye contact with me. They were looking at the ground, the street, pretending to look through their wallets for cash to cover one more girl. It was so painfully obvious that I felt like just going home. Luckily, my friend with the extra cash covered me so I was allowed in.
Well, once we were inside I thought I could just forget about that incident. I had dressed up and come out, to have a good time and relax. So for a while I danced with my friends. It wasn't long before other guys started dancing with us. We kind of paired off slowly, there was a guy whose two buddies had started dancing with other girls and he was left alone. At that point I too had lost track of my friends and was alone. He started dancing with me, but the whole time he seemed really distracted. Not once did he really look at my face, he was kinda looking around the club the whole time, like he was browsing the scene for another, more attractive girl he could bounce to. In less than 10 minutes, he had seen one. He peaced out without a word, and I saw him dancing a few minutes later with a very attractive brunette. The way he acted with her was just SO different than when he had danced with me. He was face to face with her, smiling, dancing enthusiastically.
That made my stomach drop. I went to the bar, found one of my friends who was sitting there with a guy. She introduced us, he bought everyone drinks. After a while I felt like a bit of a third wheel so I went back to the dance floor. Eventually my group of girls regathered together. Everyone had a guy, except for one of them who had a bf at home. So I danced with her, with our friends and their guys near us.
There was a photographer going around the club, taking pictures of the people there. I assume it was for some promo for their website or something. He got to our group, and literally circled us several times, taking several pics from different angles. I was kind of psyched about this, so I did my best to look like I was having a good time, made sure he could snap me at my best. But after a while I realized he wasn't circling us to get our best angles. He was trying to get a frame without ME. If I moved closer to the center of the group, for instance, he would tilt his camera a little the other way. I couldn't believe it until finally, he actually came up to me and asked me to get out of the shot.
I felt so ugly right then. For all the effort I had put into looking and feeling good that night, it seemed like it just didn't matter. So the night ends with me leaving the club. My friend with the bf at home who was dancing with me left with me so I wouldn't be alone. The rest of my girl friends didn't notice what had happened with the photographer, so when they asked me where I was going I just told them I was tired and wanted to go home. And since I wasn't leaving alone, they let me.
So yeah, that's my story from the weekend.
Please be kinder to ugly people, Reddit. Maybe one of the people I met that night will read this post and recognize themselves. I hope so, if only so they can know how behavior they're barely conscious of can affect someone else.

As a street smart person I would say there's no ugly person.
What we have is people who lack"doings" or energy (men and women inclusive) .
If you put up a certain kind of attitude or energy in the way you talk, walk and dress niggaz would fall for you if you are a girl and bitches would fall for you if you are a guy.
Some guys are scared to talk to the finest chic but they are my targets" what is worth doing is worth doing well "
Every body has something about their look that is not pretty.
Too slim,too fat,too short,too tall baby you can't have it all.
No matter how beautiful the women i have dated are,my friends would always chook me pin by telling me they are too tall, She is too fat , her a** too big, she be like person wey don born, she be like person wey don do abortion,She dey bleach and so on on other occasions those same friends would tell me they are too pretty but why they discouraged me initially was because such beautiful girls are going to be difficult to get the 3 points from . Don't let people determine your mood when you go outside or when you communicate with people thru any media.Always put up that I am satisfied with my appearance and everything about me attitude or energy . However,note that not all the days your looks,cash or doings (energy) would give you the date you desire .
My guy once told me"if my wife no gree give me,I go meet my girlfriends.
If my girlfriends no gree give me, I go meet ashawo.
If ashawo don close ,I go masturbate.i no fit let anyone ruin my mood . Funny as it sounds that is the energy a street smart person carries.
We chase money that we have no fhuck to give about someone not responding to our sexual compliments or advances.

Introducing : Wounds that should never be opened.

I don't even like to look at anyone as ugly though. I know how it feels.

Jeon:
I am an ugly woman. Objectively, I really am. Please don't argue with me on this one, I am not overweight, actually in better shape than most women my age, I dress well, I am great with makeup. But last weekend the world just had to remind me that despite all this, people will go out of their way to kick me.
I don't often go clubbing, but Saturday night was a special occasion. A friend was celebrating her 21st, and it was also the weekend after a long week of brutal exams. It felt like a good time to blow off some steam. Because I don't often go clubbing, I really tried this night to look nice. There was an outfit that I had bought a long time ago, but that I'd never worn because it was a little sexier than what I usually wear. A close friend had picked it out for me when we were shopping, and, in that "you go girl" kind of way had urged me to buy it. I did my makeup painstakingly, straightened my hair which always takes forever because my hair is huge, put on that too-sexy-for-me outfit. And when I looked in the mirror I was even surprised at myself. "Wow, is that me? I actually look...nice!"
I showed my friends. They all said I looked great. And they MEANT it too. Like, genuine happy encouragement. I could tell they were sincere and it made me feel so good, like for once I wasn't just masquerading as an attractive girl with fancy makeup and clothes, but that I WAS the attractive girl. I hadn't felt so attractive in ages, Reddit.
When we got to the club, we got a nasty surprise. We had been told that tonight there was no cover charge for girls, and so none of us had brought much cash on our person. Well, our info was wrong. They did indeed ask for a cover. Only one of us 6 girls had cash, and she only had enough to cover two people. When we got to the door and found this out, a group of guys behind us volunteered to help us out. They each forked over a couple of bucks to cover my friends, but not one of them offered to cover me. One by one my friends were let in and they waited on the other side of the door until everyone got through. The guys were doing everything to avoid eye contact with me. They were looking at the ground, the street, pretending to look through their wallets for cash to cover one more girl. It was so painfully obvious that I felt like just going home. Luckily, my friend with the extra cash covered me so I was allowed in.
Well, once we were inside I thought I could just forget about that incident. I had dressed up and come out, to have a good time and relax. So for a while I danced with my friends. It wasn't long before other guys started dancing with us. We kind of paired off slowly, there was a guy whose two buddies had started dancing with other girls and he was left alone. At that point I too had lost track of my friends and was alone. He started dancing with me, but the whole time he seemed really distracted. Not once did he really look at my face, he was kinda looking around the club the whole time, like he was browsing the scene for another, more attractive girl he could bounce to. In less than 10 minutes, he had seen one. He peaced out without a word, and I saw him dancing a few minutes later with a very attractive brunette. The way he acted with her was just SO different than when he had danced with me. He was face to face with her, smiling, dancing enthusiastically.
That made my stomach drop. I went to the bar, found one of my friends who was sitting there with a guy. She introduced us, he bought everyone drinks. After a while I felt like a bit of a third wheel so I went back to the dance floor. Eventually my group of girls regathered together. Everyone had a guy, except for one of them who had a bf at home. So I danced with her, with our friends and their guys near us.
There was a photographer going around the club, taking pictures of the people there. I assume it was for some promo for their website or something. He got to our group, and literally circled us several times, taking several pics from different angles. I was kind of psyched about this, so I did my best to look like I was having a good time, made sure he could snap me at my best. But after a while I realized he wasn't circling us to get our best angles. He was trying to get a frame without ME. If I moved closer to the center of the group, for instance, he would tilt his camera a little the other way. I couldn't believe it until finally, he actually came up to me and asked me to get out of the shot.
I felt so ugly right then. For all the effort I had put into looking and feeling good that night, it seemed like it just didn't matter. So the night ends with me leaving the club. My friend with the bf at home who was dancing with me left with me so I wouldn't be alone. The rest of my girl friends didn't notice what had happened with the photographer, so when they asked me where I was going I just told them I was tired and wanted to go home. And since I wasn't leaving alone, they let me.
So yeah, that's my story from the weekend.
Please be kinder to ugly people, Reddit. Maybe one of the people I met that night will read this post and recognize themselves. I hope so, if only so they can know how behavior they're barely conscious of can affect someone else.

This is disheartened

bodybuilder:
When I say ugly, I'm not talking about average looking, I'm talking objectively ugly. This is not an insult, you didn't create yourself any way. What are daily experiences or life experiences from being ugly? Do you ever get toasted by guys? Do you get catcalled? How has it affected your life? Any advantages?

No derailing. I'd like to hear from the ladies.

just have money and u will be d most beautiful living angel. Chikena

Lamanii22:
Truth is no matter how ugly you may be, you'd find someone that likes you...

Yeah...there is a man for every woman

Lamanii22:
Truth is no matter how ugly you may be, you'd find someone that likes you...

You right baby girl

czarr:
Not true madam. there are some people that are ugly in every one's eyes. Call one million people and everybody would agree that Oshomole no fine(atleast without the money). In your life have you heard anyone say to them obasanjo is very handsome.

Beauty to a large extent is objective. It's all about symmetry.

You don summarize Dix thread