Today is my birthday. As I wake up to the soft rays of morning light filtering through my window, a pang of melancholy grips my heart. It's not the usual excitement one would expect on their special day. Instead, it's a heavy feeling, a sense of impending loneliness that threatens to overshadow any joy that might come my way. Why? Because they say no one will congratulate me, all because of one simple reason: they say I'm ugly.