I don’t know why people have told me that in my adult life. That I’m “pretty”…
Sometimes, when I have a really cute dress on, some makeup, and I actually bothered to contour and blush and a bit of mascara — okay, I feel a little pretty…
Most of the time… no. I don’t feel pretty.
…
In my childhood, I felt like the ugly duckling.
I felt like… a piece of cardboard.
Not very special at all. Just existing.
