Most of my life I have been with people I admired, loved and trusted, who seemed to need to denigrate how I looked. When it happened I accepted it as the truth. After all who was I to judge my own looks?
Lately I've had someone rave about my looks and a part of me finds it almost impossible to accept. They have nothing to gain by doing this, so I have been looking closer at old photos.
Firstly I believe that people who look through the eyes of love see things others do not, but at least three of the people from my past should have been doing that and they did not see me as lovely at all. Each one made at least one caustic comment that was branded on my soul and those scars are vivid.
I wonder why that was?
Because of this I have often looked at the so-called beautiful people and tried to figure out what made them so much more beautiful than I. Sometimes it is obvious. They are radiant. Other times I simply do not understand.
Whatever the truth, right now, thanks to a dear friend, I feel pretty.
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