All my life,
I don't know that I've ever thought of myself as pretty.
(Taking selfies at work, because I like to remember that I'm happy)
A couple of days ago, I was getting ready, and I looked in the mirror and I thought "When did I get pretty?"
I think it has a little less to do with the fact that I'm doing something different appearance-wise, and a lot more to do with the fact that I am actually happy now.
A friend of mine exclaimed to me "You seem really happy!" And I said "I am!"
I still have acne and sometimes my jeans are a little too tight and I can't figure out how to do eyeliner to save my life.
But here I am, and You have claimed me as beautiful and for the first time, I think I believe it.