Ok. So this poem means a lot to me. Basically, I get really annoyed with people that judge you based on appearances, when they don't take the time to get and know you. I wouldn't consider myself ugly, but I know I'm not gorgeous. I just wouldn't want to be the type of person that is so critical of appearances, and would rather be ugly than conceited. The other point I was trying to make was that who has the right to define what "ugly" and "perfect" is? Kind of rant, but I really love this poem.