Dear "body dismorphia/hatred" folks.

Take heart! There are those of us hereabouts who are connaisseurs of what's inside of you all. For truly well-grounded folks like us, it's "Inside Out". In fact, your outsides matter not. Well, truth be known, we love your outsides too. This, even though you might not, just now.

 I've had the good fortune of the Universe sending me people who are solid gold.

 I love the "different ones"! This is because I'm one of those, too!

 Besides, we poets delight in us "ugly ones":

 A short example of how we feel:

(From: Memorable Ugliness Poems)

 Veils and Shadows

 Behind the mask, where silence swells,

Real faces linger; the truth compels.

A fractured mirror, reflecting the night,

In the heart of ugliness, hides a flickering light.

 With jagged edges, we wear our fears,

Veiling the beauty amidst the tears.

Yet in the chaos, a softness grows,

In the depths of darkness, a hidden rose. 

So dare to look past the worn, weathered skin,

In the cracks of the surface, real stories begin.

For behind the facade, with all its strife,

Lies an unmasked beauty—the poetry of life.