Am I BeAuTiFuL ?? :(

One of the hardest things I've had to believe is that I am pretty, or at least people think I am pretty. I mean right from time, Ive always been told I was quite the opposite and I've been told in the most SUBTLE ways!!....

Well, there's my sister: She's the beautiful one of the 3 of us and she never let me forget in my younger days that my eyes were too big and my nose ginormous; that my lips were too large and I talked disgusting; that my feet were too big and I ate like a pig; worst of all that I begged every boy to like me and I was a P***##@%@&. Yep!!! she did all that. So you can imagine me at age 9, looking in the mirror and never wanting to look at it again. 

Then there's mummy dearest: She called me everything from a Hippo to an Elephant. It wasn't easy enduring that at age 13 so when people tell me my mother loves me, I nod now and dispute it in private.

And then my Rainbow College days: Those where the making and breaking days of my life as a teenager. When the pretty people looked down on you and called you Ugly, you just knew that somehow being ugly would be your stigma for life; and with a bad case of ACNE that looked like it would last forever and low cut, life didn't get any terrible.

So you see, when, after a few months of after school, people tell me I'm pretty I try to believe it, but its the hardest thing to do. Now I'm starting to accept that when I look at the mirror, the face I see isn't so Ugly, but pretty?.... I'm not so sure.

DO YOU think I'm pretty?