Every person faces their own struggles when it comes to their looks and/or self-esteem.
It might be that you want to lose weight, or maybe you want to fix your teeth? There’s always something that you’d probably like to improve.
Well, every time I feel like I need motivation, I’ll always think about Lizzie Velásquez from Austin, Texas.
Lizzie was born with an extremely rare genetic disorder that prevents her from gaining weight, which in turn affects her appearance.
Being tormented can break any person’s heart and mind, but Lizzie was confident that these people wouldn’t be the ones prevailing. Today, she’s turned her life around and she’s now a global motivational speaker.
Now, I want you, the person reading this, to take a moment to think back on your life at the age of 16. For me, there are plenty of memories from that time – both good and bad – but overall, it was a time when many things were changing. There were more hormones, emotions, and sometimes even mental challenges that you had to fight against.
Hate on the web
All in all, hopefully it was a good time in your life, as it was for me.
Now, pretend that at 16 years of age you were called “The Ugliest Woman/Man in the World”. Not only that, but there’s even a video of you with the text “The Ugliest Woman/Man in the World” attached to it. That video has hundreds of thousands of views, and in the comments, people are saying the worst possible things about you.
How would that make you feel?
For Lizzie Velásquez, this was the tragic reality. She was teased throughout her school years – both in person and on the internet – and it could’ve so easily broken her.
But Lizzie had other plans. She decided to put all these negative vibes together and instead turn them into something positive. That’s why we love her dearly, and want to spread her inspirational story.
I will share this with my friends, and I’d love for you to do the same.
Lizzie Velásquez
Lizzie Velásquez was born March 13, 1989, in Austin, Texas.
At her birth, she weighed only 2 pounds and 11 ounces, and it was clear from the moment she was born that she looked different from the other babies at the hospital.
Being that small, Lizzie didn’t understand that she was different, since she’d always been just Lizzie. However, when she started kindergarden at age five, she realized straight away that something was off.
“To my family, I was just Lizzie. It was a big slap of reality for a 5-year-old. The other kids were scared of me, pointing at me, not wanting to sit with me,” she told Today. “I couldn’t process it. I wasn’t doing anything to them, so why was it happening to me? And I didn’t dare tell anyone.
“Finally, I told my parents and they said, ‘There is nothing wrong with you, you are just smaller than the other kids. You are beautiful and smart and can accomplish anything.’”
Those words from her family still stick with her today, and it really is the truth. No matter how you look, you still have the ability to accomplish anything you want. For Lizzie, though, this would require strong mental toughness to get there. That, and the support from her parents.
Lizzie Velásquez – rare conditions
But we’ll get back to Lizzie and how she managed to come out strong and incredibly inspirational on the other side.
So what was it that made her look the way she does?
Well, Lizzie was born with two rare conditions, marfan syndrome and lipodystrophy. The rare genetic conditions affect her heart, eyes and bones, and prevent her from gaining weight because of a problem with the way fat is distributed in her body. It’s so rare, in fact, that there are only three known cases in the world. Still to this day, it baffles experts.
Not only that, but the condition causes Lizzie to age faster than people without the disorder, and she’s also blind in one eye.
As early as kindergarden, Lizzie recieved comments from other kids. And these remarks continued throughout her childhood, with people labeling her face as “disgusting”.
“At the time, I thought everyone looked like me. I didn’t recognize or tell that they didn’t look like me,” she told the Daily Mail.
When Lizzie started high school, things got better. She realized that she had power over her own life, and her decision was made clear.
Horrible video on YouTube
She was always going to stay positive, be brave, and do all the activities that she wanted to do alongside her friends.
“It was scary, but I knew it would pay off,” Lizzie Velásquez explained. “I was staff writer for the school newspaper and took photos for the yearbook. I tried out for cheerleading. The uniforms were really cute and every time I wore it around the school, I felt like a superhero. I was more myself around my peers, the version of myself around my family.”
Things started to get better, and Lizzie’s confidence was great. Then, one day, her world collapsed.
While doing homework, she was scrolling on her computer and went onto YouTube. Suddenly, she saw a video about herself that would break her heart.
Someone had made a video about Lizzie, dubbing her “the world’s ugliest woman”. Worse, the video had millions of views, and some of the comments were truly terrible.
She couldn’t stop herself from reading the comments, with some people even saying that the world would be a better place if Lizzie took her own life. She read on, hoping that someone would come to her aid. Sadly, not a single comment did.
“Wanted to prove them wrong”
Lizzie felt like someone “was putting a fist through the computer screen and physically punching me.” She could barely believe what she was seeing.
It’s crazy to think about how thousands of people can sit behind their computers and torment a 16-year-old girl suffering from a severe illness. How do those people sleep at night?
This was the worst kind of hate, and it could’ve destroyed Lizzie. But once again, she picked herself up. In fact, she said that if she could, she’d send a thank you card and flowers to the person who created the video, because that video changed her life forever.
“I didn’t want to retaliate — it was a waste of time,” she said. “I just wanted to prove them wrong, I realized I could use it for the greater good.”
Lizzie was never going to let the haters win. She’d seen the worst possible things written and said about her, but still, she was determined to use it as fuel for the future Lizzie.
She continued on to college, and at 23 she earned a Bachelors Degree in communication from Texas State University.
Inspirational TedTalk
In 2003, she was then invited to a TED Talk in Austin, and it went viral. Lizzie explained how hurtful the mocking had been, but at the same time, she wanted to give people another perspective, as she did for herself.
“For so long, I thought that what defined me was my outer appearance,” she said in the 2013 TED Talk, explaining that she used to fantasize about “scrubbing the syndrome” off her face.
“Something kind of clicked in my head,” she explained of the moment she saw that awful YouTube video. “Am I going to let the people who called me a monster define me? No, I’m going to let my goals and my success and my accomplishments be the things that define me.”
For most people, all this hatred would have been tough to endure. But Lizzie isn’t most people; she showed everyone how strong she really is. Over the course of her entire life, she has been forced to eat a high-calorie diet frequently to keep her body’s energy levels up.
Today, she’s 35 years old and a successful business woman who travels the world to lecture others on her illness, as well as her life story.
Lizzie Velásquez – today
“This is my purpose. This is what I’m meant to do for the rest of my life. I like to think that I’m not only telling my story, I’m telling everyone’s story,” Lizzie told the Daily Mail.
As of now, she has over 850,000 followers on her YouTube channel and uses it to give inspirational talks. Lizzie’s showed the haters that she’s stronger than them – and she’s much more successful today than they will ever be.
“You are beautiful and smart and can accomplish anything,” Lizzie said her mother and father used to tell her.
“They loved me in the face of so many unknowns.”
Even though Lizzie is a strong, inspirational and, well, incredible person, this year’s been tough for many reasons.
The Covid-19 pandemic hasn’t helped, but she’s also getting picked on social media, especially on the app TikTok. Lizzie was the subject of an image that people were looking at and reacting to.
And the worst part was that it was a mother that had used her photo to prank a child into thinking that Lizzie was the teacher for the next school year.
The importance of respecting
In July, it became a horrible trend among parents, where they did a FaceTime call saying that Lizzie would be the child’s next teacher.
Lizzie was hurt, obviously, and rightly so. What kind of parent would do this to another person? What message does it send to their children? That this kind of hate is OK? Lizzie herself said it encourages children to react in an unfavorable way regarding the way people look.
“When kids are in school or whether they are out in public, it’s crucial to teach them the importance of respecting someone who doesn’t look like them,” Lizzie said, in a video posted on her social media accounts.
“Showing them a video might be a joke, but it can be something that shows a child if my mom or dad thinks it’s funny then it must be okay for me to laugh at as well,” she says. “I take great responsibility in the fact that now is the time time to do all I can to speak up for those who might not have a voice or for those who don’t know how to use theirs.”
“I knew in my gut my photo was going to be used,” she added. “After dealing with things like this for a while now, I can sense when this might happen.”
A true inspiration
Following Lizzie condemning the videos, many children instead started posting videos where they said how beautiful Lizzie was. Once again, the haters had lost.
Lizzie has been praised all over the world for her courage throughout her life. She’s written a best-selling book about her life and even been praised by former First Lady Michelle Obama.
Beauty comes from within your heart and soul. Lizzie, you are beautiful! We think her story is deeply inspirational, and we think that everyone should read about her to understand that anything is possible.
Please, share this story with friends and family if you think Lizzie is an incredible person!
My Husband Made Me Justify Every Penny I Spent with Explanatory Notes — So I Taught Him a Lesson He’d Never Forget
Budgeting is important. But when my husband demanded I JUSTIFY every dollar I spent, even on essentials like diapers and tampons, I realized this wasn’t about money. So I played along, but he had no idea I was about to teach him the most expensive lesson of his life.
I never thought marriage would turn into a daily accounting session. Yet there I was, a mother of twin babies, writing down why I needed to buy diapers and shampoo like I was applying for a loan from the world’s most condescending bank. But trust me when I say this… the reckoning that followed was worth every humiliating entry in that little notebook.
A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney
Let me start from the beginning…
My husband, Ethan, and I had been together for six years, married for three. Before our twins arrived, we were equals. I had my marketing career and he had his finance job. We split expenses evenly and never argued about money.
“Look at us adulting like pros,” Ethan joked after we finished our monthly budget review. “Most couples fight about money, but we’ve got this down to a science.”
I laughed and clinked my coffee mug against his. “That’s because neither of us is trying to be the boss of the other’s wallet. Novel concept, right?”
Then I got pregnant with twins… and EVERYTHING changed.
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We agreed I’d take a year off to care for our babies before returning to work. It seemed like a solid plan at the time.
The twins, James and Lily, arrived in a whirlwind of sleepless nights and endless diaper changes. I barely had time to shower, let alone worry about household finances.
But as months passed, I noticed the change in Ethan. It began with small comments, dropped casually like breadcrumbs leading to something darker.
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“Holy cow, we’re burning through formula like it’s free,” he remarked one evening, eyebrows shooting up as I added it to our shopping list.
“Yeah, turns out babies don’t photosynthesize,” I replied dryly. “They need actual food! Crazy concept.”
He sighed. “At this rate, I might as well just hand my paycheck straight to the cashier and call it a day.”
An annoyed man | Source: Midjourney
The comments continued, gaining frequency and edge. One night, as I rocked Lily to sleep, Ethan appeared in the doorway, waving a receipt like it was evidence in a murder trial.
“Another grocery run? What is this, your third pilgrimage this week?”
“No, it’s my secret affair with the cashier,” I whispered sarcastically. “We needed diapers, Ethan. Unless you’d prefer the twins start using the backyard like the neighbor’s dog.”
A grocery bill | Source: Midjourney
The breaking point came on a Tuesday night. The twins were finally asleep, and I managed to cook an actual meal instead of ordering takeout.
Ethan sat down at the table, looking at the roast chicken with approval. “Wow, real food that doesn’t come in a delivery bag. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks,” I smiled, pouring water. “I figured we deserved something that didn’t taste like cardboard for once.”
A man looking at his chicken roast and smiling | Source: Midjourney
He took a bite, then set down his fork with the deliberation of someone about to detonate an explosive. “I’ve been thinking about our spending.”
My stomach tightened. “What about it?”
“I think you need to be more mindful about spending since you’re NOT earning right now.”
I blinked. “I’m sorry, what was that? The sound of your foot entering your mouth must have distorted your words.”
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
“You’re not earning right now, Lauren,” he repeated firmly. “I think you should track what you spend and justify it. It’ll teach you to be more economical.”
I laughed sharply. “Oh, that’s rich. Tell me, what’s the going rate for a 24/7 nanny, housekeeper, and personal chef these days? Because I’m pretty sure I’m saving us about five grand a month.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” he snapped. “I just think it would be helpful for you to understand where the money goes.”
“Oh, I understand perfectly. Into keeping your children alive and your house from turning into a biohazard zone.”
An angry man | Source: Midjourney
“Why are you making this into such a big deal?” he asked, exasperated. “I’m the only one bringing in money right now.”
“Fine,” I said, pushing back from the table. “You want receipts? I’ll give you receipts. And I hope you enjoy sleeping in the guest room tonight, because the Bank of Ethan doesn’t extend credit to this particular bed.”
The next morning, I found a notebook on the kitchen counter with a bright yellow sticky note: “Every purchase needs an explanation. This will help you learn better budgeting!”
I stood there, my twins balanced on each hip, staring at that patronizing exclamation mark as tears threatened to spill.
A notebook on a table with a sticky note | Source: Midjourney
When Ethan came into the kitchen, I was still standing there.
“You can’t be serious about this,” I said, nodding toward the notebook.
He poured himself coffee, calm as he could be. “I am. It’s just a good habit to develop.”
“A good habit? Next you’ll be asking me to raise my hand to use the bathroom.”
A man smiling | Source: Midjourney
“Very funny. Just write down WHAT you buy and WHY.”
“And if I don’t?”
His jaw tightened. “Then maybe we need to rethink how we handle household finances.”
“Meaning what, exactly? An allowance? A gold star when I’ve been extra thrifty? Or maybe you’d prefer if I just start bartering… a load of laundry for a new tube of toothpaste?”
“Just try this for now. Period.”
A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney
“Sure thing, boss,” I replied, my voice syrupy sweet. “Anything else? Should I start calling you Sir? Perhaps bow when you enter the room?”
He rolled his eyes and headed for the door. “Just fill out the notebook, Lauren.”
I looked down at James and Lily, then back at the notebook.
“Well, kids,” I whispered. “Looks like Mommy’s about to teach Daddy a lesson in creative accounting.”
A woman with a calculative glint in her eyes | Source: Midjourney
For the first week, I played along. Every purchase was meticulously documented with an explanation that walked the line between compliance and defiance.
“Milk – $4.99. Because apparently the twins can’t survive on water and good intentions.” They need calcium.”
“Diapers – $19.50. Unless you’d prefer I use your dress shirts as alternative wiping materials.”
“Toilet paper – $8.99. For when nature calls and doesn’t send a text first.”
Ethan reviewed the notebook each night, his mouth tightening.
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“Is all this sarcasm really necessary?” he asked, skimming through the pages.
I batted my eyelashes innocently. “What? I’m being thorough. Isn’t that what financial responsibility looks like?”
“You know what I meant.”
“Do I? Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you’ve mistaken me for an employee rather than your wife.”
A woman with a cunning smile | Source: Midjourney
Week two arrived, and with it, my counter-strategy. While Ethan was at work, I went through his wallet, our credit card statements, and his personal account. That evening, when he sat down to review my entries, he found something unexpected.
“Six-pack of craft beer – $14.99,” he read aloud, his voice rising. “Note: Essential for husband’s ability to watch sports without becoming insufferable.”
His eyes widened as he continued.
“Online poker deposit – $50. Note: Because gambling is a ‘hobby’ when men do it and ‘irresponsible’ when women buy a $5 latte.”
He flipped the page, his face reddening.
“Takeout lunch – $17.45. Note: Could have packed a lunch for $2, but that would require advance planning and basic kitchen skills.”
A furious man looking at a notebook | Source: Midjourney
He slammed the notebook down. “What the hell is this?”
I looked up from the laundry I was folding, the picture of innocence. “Oh, I decided to be extra helpful and track all household expenses. Comprehensive budgeting, right?”
“This isn’t about me,” he snapped.
“Oh, but it is. You’re part of this household, aren’t you? Or does the great financial overlord exist outside the rules he creates for his subjects?”
A woman with a grim stare | Source: Midjourney
Ethan stood up and walked out of the room.
“Don’t forget to document tomorrow’s coffee run!” I called after him. “I hear financial transparency is all the rage these days!”
But I wasn’t done yet.
For the next few days, an uneasy truce settled over our home. Then came the invitation to dinner at his parents’ house. Perfect.
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“Mom wants to see the twins on Saturday,” Ethan said.
I nodded, a plan forming. “It’ll be nice to get out of the house and interact with adults who don’t ask me to justify buying toothpaste.”
My in-laws, Mary and Victor, had always been kind to me, especially Mary, who had been a source of support since the twins were born.
Saturday arrived, and I packed the diaper bag with extra care, making sure to include one special item.
Baby diapers in a bag | Source: Midjourney
Mary greeted us warmly, cooing over James and Lily. Dinner was pleasant enough, and as we finished the dessert, Mary turned to me.
“Lauren, honey, you look exhausted. Are the twins still not sleeping through the night?”
I smiled, seeing my opening. “Oh, you know, between the babies and the homework, sleep is a luxury.”
She tilted her head, confused. “Homework? What homework?”
A puzzled older woman | Source: Midjourney
“Oh, didn’t Ethan tell you about his exciting new financial literacy program?” I reached into the diaper bag and pulled out the notebook. “Ethan’s been teaching me the value of a dollar while I’m on maternity leave.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Is that so?”
“Mmm-hmm. He makes me write explanations for everything I buy. Like a seventh-grade economics project, but with more sleep deprivation.”
A woman looking at someone in a dining room | Source: Midjourney
Mary’s expression shifted from curiosity to disbelief. “He what..?”
Victor leaned forward, frowning. “Son, please tell me this isn’t what it sounds like.”
Ethan’s face drained of color. “It’s not… Mom, Dad, it’s just a budgeting exercise.”
“A budgeting exercise?” I asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Let me read you my personal favorite entry: ‘Tampons – $10.49. Note: Because Mother Nature’s monthly gift doesn’t accept returns and I left my cork collection at my parents’ house.’”
A startled man | Source: Midjourney
The silence was deafening. Then Mary erupted.
“ETHAN!” she thundered, slamming her hand on the table. “Are you out of your mind? Is this how we raised you to treat your wife?”
Victor shook his head. “Son, I’ve never been more ashamed.”
Ethan sputtered, “It… it wasn’t like that! We agreed —”
“She’s home raising YOUR children!” Mary cut him off. “What exactly do you think that’s worth per hour? Because I can tell you right now, you couldn’t afford her if she sent you an invoice!”
An angry older lady | Source: Midjourney
I slid the notebook toward her. “There’s more. I started tracking his expenses too. For educational purposes, of course.”
Mary flipped through the pages, her expression darkening. When she reached the section with Ethan’s expenses, she let out a laugh that could only be described as predatory.
“Oh, this is rich,” she said to Victor. “Apparently, $50 poker games are essential, but Lauren needs to explain why she bought baby wipes.”
Victor crossed his arms. “You expect your wife to care for twins without pay, then make her grovel for necessities? What kind of man have you become?”
A disappointed senior man | Source: Midjourney
Ethan finally broke. “ENOUGH! I GET IT! I SCREWED UP!”
He grabbed the notebook and ripped it in half, then stormed out. The door slammed moments later.
Mary reached for my hand. “Sweetheart, are you okay? Do you need money?”
I squeezed her hand. “No, don’t worry about the money. As it turns out, I’ve become quite the budgeting expert.”
The drive home was silent. When we pulled in, Ethan turned off the engine but didn’t move.
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“That was a nuclear-level humiliation back there,” he finally said.
“Imagine that feeling, but every day, in your own home… from the person who’s supposed to be your partner.”
He turned to look at me. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”
“What did you think would happen? That I’d thank you for treating me like I was embezzling from the family cookie jar?”
A woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
“I was scared,” he admitted. “The responsibility of being the only provider… it freaked me out. But I handled it all wrong.”
“That’s the understatement of the century.”
“I’m sorry, Lauren. Truly. I was an ass.”
“You were a world-class, gold-medal-winning ass, Ethan.”
A small smile flickered across his face. “I deserve that.”
A guilty man | Source: Midjourney
“I need you to understand something,” I continued. “I may not be bringing in a paycheck right now, but what I do has value. Massive value. I’m not spending your money… I’m investing it in our family.”
He nodded. “Crystal clear.”
The aftermath was transformative. Ethan never mentioned tracking my spending again. He started coming home earlier, taking the twins so I could have time to myself. Small gestures that spoke louder than any apology.
A man giving a woman money | Source: Pexels
And from that day on, he never questioned me about money. Not once.
Because every now and then, when a hint of his old controlling self surfaced, I would simply look him dead in the eye and ask:
“Would you like me to start another notebook? I still have your mother on speed dial.”
And just like that, he remembered not just the humiliation, but the lesson beneath it: that partnerships aren’t built on balance sheets and justifications, but on trust, respect, and the understanding that some contributions will never fit into the narrow columns of a ledger.
I never thought I’d need to teach my husband how to see me as an equal again. But sometimes, the hardest lessons are the ones that leave the deepest marks.
A woman with a triumphant smile | Source: Midjourney
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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