I was doing something like this last week! Not exactly, though. It was specifically around being ugly. I was looking at myself and despairing about how ugly I felt, and then I remembered... I actually love people who are really super ugly and don't give a fuck about it. I love ugly fashion and ugly hair and ugly shoes (especially if they somehow still manage to be aesthetically pleasing to my taste, it's like a magic trick). Ugly feels rebellious and hilarious and a bit wicked. So I've been spending more time being purposefully ugly. Sometimes I still look in the mirror and get upset - but when I remember how much I love being ugly, I feel better.
I was doing something like this last week! Not exactly, though. It was specifically around being ugly. I was looking at myself and despairing about how ugly I felt, and then I remembered... I actually love people who are really super ugly and don't give a fuck about it. I love ugly fashion and ugly hair and ugly shoes (especially if they somehow still manage to be aesthetically pleasing to my taste, it's like a magic trick). Ugly feels rebellious and hilarious and a bit wicked. So I've been spending more time being purposefully ugly. Sometimes I still look in the mirror and get upset - but when I remember how much I love being ugly, I feel better.