I want to scream...

There is little that hurts me as much as seeing the pervasive myth of beauty hurting people I love.
In my reality, the question I ask is not "Are you beautiful?" but rather "In what way are you beautiful?" It is NOT new-agey we-love-the-world crap to say that there is beauty in everyone... I can SEE it... and I can FEEL it...
I think it's a fantasy to think that anyone can be ugly... and I think that it is a delusion to believe that there is ANY standard of beauty that can be universally applied to all people. There cannot be absolute measurements of beauty in a world where attractiveness and beauty are determined by individual interactions, and those interactions vary as much as they do in our world.
It is an axiom of my beliefs that no matter who you are, what you believe, what you look like, etc. there will always be those that think you are the ugliest person on the planet, and others that see you as the most beautiful creature they have ever laid eyes upon. And it's not just about "inner beauty" alone, but about physical appearance, too.
When people look at you, they see a reflection of how you see yourself. Change how you see yourself, and you'll change what others see as well.
Oh, and you REALLY need to read
this as an analysis of why our culture views beauty the way it does. Each person and thing has beauty because life is a diversity of qualities, not a one dimensional ranking of qualities...
A truly radical resolution would be to embrace existence just as it is, as the only thing that matters, to proclaim that this world itself is heaven, made for our total enjoyment and fulfillment. . . and then, to ask: If that’s the case, how do we act accordingly? What have we been doing wrong all this time?
In doing so, we would finally have to accept and embrace ourselves exactly as we are, in all our diversity and variety, and free ourselves from the shadow of the false heaven of Plato and the advertising agents, where “real” beauty supposedly resides. Liberated entirely from standards, from the lingering ghost of Christian judgment and condemnation, we could see that what we are must itself constitute the measure and meaning of beauty, of dignity and magnificence, if such concepts are to exist at all.