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The name Fugly Horse Magazine can seem random, weird, and very confusing. It has nothing to do with literal horses, and nothing to do with thinking that horses are fugly. There was once a very hilarious online hater, who through my Wattpad DMs, thought they would send me a message calling me a Fugly Horse Face. It was the first piece of online hate I'd ever personally received, and it didn't hurt me, or cause me harm. Mainly because I am aware I don't look like a horse, nor did I believe I was fugly. Though, the combination of this person calling me a Fugly Horse Face puzzled and impressed me, simultaneously. It made me laugh. I shared the hateful message with my friends and family, all of whom wanted to make sure this message didn't upset me. I informed them, no, the message had no harmful effects on my mental well-being. In fact, more than anything, it amused me. It became a lasting joke with some friends, with my sister, and simply with myself. To be called something so randomly inaccurate was hysterical to me. How did this online hater come up with this insult? And why did they find it something worth their time to send the message to me in the first place? It was many years later when I began working on my 8x8 poetry/prose/artwork zines, and I realized I needed a name. It had become a fascination of mine to put my face on horse bodies, or a horse head on my body, etc., especially when creating my first edition of the zine "Shove it or Choke". Fugly Horse Magazine came to me, and it stuck instantly. I encourage anyone to rebrand the hate, the insults directed towards them into something new, something of your own. I turned this random hateful message into a brand, something I am proud of, pour all of my creative energy into, and deeply love. 10/10 y'all. What are some insults/weird things people have said (either directly/via online/etc.) to you that you could turn into some sort of art, a project, an inside joke, or even a full-on brand? All lighthearted here, people. The hate we receive is not a reflection of who we are, but a reflection of the insecure person who took time out of their day to spread it onto us in the first place.