We are all ugly in somebody's eyes, except Aishwarya Rai. She is entirely beautiful and this is an unnecessarily long title.

If it is true that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, then so does ugliness. Our actions, inactions, and views about life are almost entirely based on our vanities and personal convictions. It is always about us. Our lives are movies, and most of us are excellent actors but horrible directors. We play our part fairly well, putting our best feet forward when we can: smiling outwardly, yet suffering inside. Extroversive introverts, suicidal comedians, lost shepherds; we are a band of breathing oxymorons.

It is perhaps acceptable to be "not good enough" according to another person's estimation. The problem begins when we think we are ugly (aesthetically or inwardly). It is inherently human to be self-deprecating, but we can at least try to see (search for) whatever beauty dwells in us, no matter how deeply buried.