Every time I look at a nice-looking boy (I'm too choosy) they immidiately look away or look sickened. I feel the same way when I glance in the mirror.
No one cares if you are intelligent or actually nice. In my experiences, my kindess is taken advantage of and I'm left in the dust with nothing but tears and abject lonliness. I'm not vain, but I do have standards as well: I would like to be satisfied. Frankly, I'd rather be alone since men in this day and age seem so cruel and superficial. They would look at a picture of me and throw up. What's the point of saying love is the most important thing when I'm the one who gives it all the time. I'm not that young and have found other areas of fufillment, but helping others can only fill the void of a loving partner for so long.
There comes times when I don't find myself too repulsive, but then I step outside my house, look at the standards of beauty around me and feel a wave of utter sadness. It's as if my ugliness dictates how my love life turns out and I haven't a modicum of love for myself after all this.
To the men reading this: why do you turn down not-so-attractive women so frequently?
