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!
On My Way to Work, I Found an Elderly Woman Almost Frozen in a Snowdrift Near My House – What She Gave Me Changed Everything
On a frozen January morning, Amy found an elderly woman lying motionless in the snow near her driveway. Against her better judgment, she chose to help instead of walking away. What seemed like a chance encounter set off a chain of unimaginable events that changed Amy’s life forever.
The first week of January is always unforgiving — icy winds that sting your face in the dead of winter, snow that piles up faster than you can shovel, and mornings so silent they almost feel eerie. That day was no exception. I was trudging toward my car, dreading another routine day at work when something strange caught my eye.
At the edge of my driveway, near the snowdrift, lay a slumped figure. At first, I thought it was trash blown in from somewhere, but the shape was disturbingly human. My heart began to race.
A startled young woman standing outside her house | Source: Midjourney
“Hey!” I called out hesitantly, taking slow steps forward. “Are you okay?”
The figure didn’t move.
Just then, my neighbor, Mr. Lewis, came around the corner with his dog. He stopped and squinted at the scene. “What’s this about?”
“I think… it’s a person,” I said.
Mr. Lewis sighed, pulling his muffler tighter. “Probably just some drunk or a vagrant. Best to leave it be or call the cops. People like that bring their own trouble.”
“How can you be so callous?” I shot back angrily. “That’s a human being lying there in the snow! What if it was your loved one out here, freezing to death while people walked by?”
A confused woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
“Your call, Amy,” he muttered, tugging his dog away. “Don’t come crying to me when this turns ugly.”
I ignored him, my instincts screaming otherwise. As I stepped closer, the figure stirred slightly. It was an elderly woman, her face pale and her lips nearly blue. Her damp hair clung to her face, and her thin coat was no match for the freezing cold.
“Ma’am?” I crouched down, panicking as I reached for my phone. “Can you hear me? Please, just give me a sign you’re alive! Dear God, please let her be alive!”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she whispered something faintly. “No… don’t… there’s a… a note for you.”
“A note? For me?” I asked, confused.
An older person lying on the snow on a chill morning | Source: Midjourney
With a trembling hand, she pointed toward her coat pocket. “Please…” she whimpered. “Before it’s too late… I must tell you… must make it right…”
I hesitated but reached in and pulled out a weathered envelope. My name — AMY — was scrawled on it in shaky handwriting. My breath caught in my throat.
“Ma’am, how do you know my name?” I asked, but her head slumped forward, and she went still. “No, no, no! Stay with me! Please stay with me!”
My hands fumbled as I dialed 911. Within minutes, an ambulance arrived, and paramedics carried her away on a stretcher.
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“You did more than I would’ve,” Mr. Lewis muttered, shaking his head. “Probably best not to get too involved.”
“Is that what your mother taught you?” I snapped, tears of frustration forming in my eyes. “To walk away when someone needs help? To turn your back on another person’s suffering?”
He flinched as if I’d slapped him, a flash of shame crossing his face. “My mother… she would have stopped,” he whispered, almost to himself. “She would have helped.”
I didn’t respond further. My focus was on the envelope. I tore it open with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in knots.
The message inside was short, but it sent my heart racing:
“Amy, your real grandmother left you $500,000 inheritance. Arrive at this address. Hurry up…”
A shocked woman holding a piece of paper | Source: Midjourney
I stared at the paper, my mind swirling. Real grandmother? I’d been told my grandmother had passed away long before I was born. Is this some sort of scam? A cruel joke?
“This can’t be real,” I whispered to myself, reading the note over and over.
The woman’s frail figure haunted me all day. By evening, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided to visit her in the hospital.
When I entered her hospital room, she was awake, her frail body propped up against some pillows. Her sunken eyes softened when she saw me.
“You came,” she whispered. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t —”
“Of course I did,” I replied, pulling up a chair. “Who are you? And how do you know my name? Why were you out there in the freezing cold looking for me?”
An older woman lying in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney
Her hands trembled as she reached for mine. “I owe you an explanation, Amy. It’s time you knew the truth. The truth I’ve been too cowardly to face for 28 years.”
“The truth about what?”
“I’m your grandmother. Your REAL GRANDMOTHER.”
I blinked, her words hanging heavy in the air. “That’s not possible. My grandmother died before I was born.”
A puzzled woman standing in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “That’s what your mother wanted you to believe. But it’s not true. I’m alive… and I’ve been living with this guilt every single day.”
“No,” I stood up, backing away from the bed. “My mother wouldn’t lie to me. Not about something like this. She used to tell me everything… we shared everything until her last breath!”
“She did it to protect you,” the woman pleaded, reaching out. “To shield you from my cruelty. From the heartless woman who threw away her own daughter’s happiness for the sake of pride.”
“Stop it!” I cried, pressing my hands against my ears. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real!”
She gestured weakly to the chair beside her bed. “Please, sit down, Amy. There’s something you need to know.”
I sank into the chair, my heart pounding.
A sick older lady in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney
“Your mother,” she began, “she was my pride and joy. Top of her class at university, studying business and economics. Everything I’d dreamed for her…” She paused, dabbing at her eyes. “Then one day, she came home absolutely glowing. She’d met someone — your father. But I didn’t like him.”
“What was wrong with my dad?” I asked.
A look of shame crossed her face. “Nothing. Nothing at all, except in my foolish mind. He was a carpenter, you see. Worked with his hands, and lived paycheck to paycheck. But the way your mother’s eyes lit up when she talked about him…” She shook her head. “Your father had such a beautiful heart. Always helping others, and always ready with a kind word or deed.”
“So why?” I whispered. “Why did you disapprove?”
A carpenter at work | Source: Pexels
“Because I was blind. When your mother told me she was pregnant, I exploded. ‘You’re throwing your life away!’ I screamed at her. ‘Everything we’ve worked for, everything we’ve planned!’” Her hands twisted in the hospital blanket. “I can still see her face, standing there in our living room, one hand protectively over her stomach… over you.”
“She had so much potential. I gave her an ultimatum: leave him and inherit the family business, or walk away with nothing. She chose him. She chose you.”
I clenched my fists, anger rising in my chest. “And you just let her go? You didn’t even try to fix it? Your own daughter, carrying your grandchild, and you just… threw her away?”
Grayscale shot of a pregnant woman on the road | Source: Midjourney
“I was stubborn. And proud. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late. Your mother passed away when you were 15 years old. But I never stopped watching. I followed your life from a distance — your milestones, your achievements, and your wedding day. I was a coward, Amy. Too ashamed to face you or tell you that I was your grandmother.”
“You were there?” I gasped, tears flowing freely now. “At my wedding?”
“Back row, hat pulled low,” she smiled sadly. “You were so beautiful. Just like your mother on her wedding day. The day I refused to attend. I watched you dance with your father, saw how he looked at you with such pride and love… and I realized what a fool I’d been. Love isn’t about status or money. It’s about moments like that.”
“Did you… did you really come for me that day?” I asked.
An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney
“Yes. You were radiant, just like your mom at her wedding.”
She explained how she had fallen ill recently and didn’t have much time left. “I wanted to make amends before it’s too late,” she said. “That’s why I came to your house, disguised as a stranger. My car broke down, and I walked the rest of the way. But the cold… guess I fainted from exhaustion.”
“You could have died!” I burst out. “All this time… why wait until now? Why put yourself through this? You didn’t even show up for Mom’s funeral. Why?”
“Because pride is a poison that kills slowly,” she whispered, tears rolling down her weathered cheeks. “And fear is its faithful companion. I’ve been dying inside for years, watching from afar, and too scared to reach out. But now that I’m really dying. And I couldn’t bear to take these secrets to my grave.”
A distressed older woman | Source: Midjourney
Her voice trailed off as tears filled her eyes. She reached for the side table and handed me another envelope. “Everything I have is yours now. It’s not enough to make up for what I’ve done, but it’s all I can give.”
I opened the envelope with trembling hands. Inside were deeds, bank account information, and a letter transferring ownership of her entire estate to me.
“Why are you doing this? Money can’t fix what happened. It can’t buy back all those lost years.”
“Because your mother deserved better. And so do you.” She gripped my hand tightly. “Because love shouldn’t come with conditions, and I learned that lesson far too late. The money… it’s not to buy forgiveness. It’s to give you the chances I denied your mother. To help you build the life she fought so hard to give you.”
A woman reading an official document | Source: Midjourney
The next few weeks were a blur. I spent countless nights replaying my grandmother’s words, wrestling with emotions I couldn’t name. Anger. Grief. Guilt. Gratitude.
When she passed away not long after, I attended her funeral with my dad. The church was nearly empty, a testament to the bridges she’d burned. As I stood there, a familiar figure appeared beside me.
“I’m sorry about what I said that morning,” Mr. Lewis murmured. “About leaving her in the snow. Sometimes we forget our humanity in the coldest moments. My mother would be ashamed of what I’ve become.”
“It’s never too late to change,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “Never too late to thaw a frozen heart.”
Men carrying a coffin | Source: Pexels
I clutched the letter my grandmother had written for me, her final words etched into my heart:
“Amy, I can never undo the damage I caused. But I hope, in some small way, I’ve given you a chance for something better. Your mother was the bravest woman I ever knew, and you are every bit her daughter. Make her proud.”
In the end, I used the inheritance to honor both of them. I set up a scholarship fund in my mother’s name for young women trying to stay in school. I donated a portion to women’s shelters. And with the rest, I bought a modest house — the first real home I’d ever owned.
The day I moved in with my husband, I found my dad sitting alone on my new porch, tears in his eyes.
A sad man sitting on the porch | Source: Midjourney
“I should have told you the truth,” he whispered as I sat beside him. “About her, about everything. I was so focused on protecting you that I didn’t realize you were strong enough to handle it.”
“You protected me,” I said, taking his hand. “Just like Mom always had. Like she did when she chose love over money all those years ago.”
“She was right about one thing,” my dad smiled through his tears. “Love shouldn’t come with conditions. And you, my beautiful daughter, you’ve proven that by turning your grandmother’s final gift into something that will help others. You’ve broken the cycle.”
Sometimes, life hands you a story you’d never expect — like a frozen morning, a mysterious note in a stranger’s pocket, and a family secret buried under years of regret. But in the end, love finds its way through the cracks.
A woman smiling | 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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