Well do you?

Last November, my parents and I drove out to Ohio for a wedding. My mom, her cousin Mary, and I were standing around at the reception talking. We were just standing there talking. All of a sudden, Mary grabbed my face. Her fingers wrapped around the bottom of my jaw and she just stared at me.

She looked back at my mom and said, "She has the prettiest face."

I just looked at her. "Uh, thanks?" I said.

Mary got called over to talk to someone, so she walked away. I looked at my mom. "That was weird," I said.

My mom looked at me. "Why?"

I shrugged.

"Don't you think you're pretty?" She asked me.

I shrugged and walked away. I went and sat at the table. I pulled out my phone and started thinking about it. Do I think I'm pretty? Truthfully?

Well, no. I really don't. I've always been overweight. I've always been the outsider. I've always been made fun of a bit. I just...no I don't think I'm pretty.