Those words sent me to look in a mirror, really look, at the wreck t hff at had been my face.
It made my so glad that I always told my mother how beautiful she was. And, of course, to me she truly was.
But I dont think anything anyone could say would have made her believe, feel, otherwise. If she ever doubted her Beauty I never knew.
I'm not so secure (or delisional!)
Very little of my life was spent believing I was pretty in any sense.
I hoped that if I got Here that I would rest in believing that I had Inner Beauty.
Maybe it's the prevailing depression, but I have been even more disillusioned about my Inner Beauty.
Maybe a starry eyed Faith in God and a belief that there is Good in Everyone and the peace from those beliefs once gave me Inner Beauty. ???
I just know that ever since I heard those words I have woke up old and ugly every single day.
Its actually liberating in a way. No more make up or fancy hair cuts. No more "watching my figure".
But it just feels too much like just waiting to die when i give up on Trying.
Maybe Sad
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