I am not a beautiful person in any way. Honestly, I never have been. Sure, maybe now I can coo at my kiddie picture but back then my thoughts were the beginning stages of what they have become now.
As a child, I’d look to my peers and my favourite dolls who had fairer skin than myself and think… “oh, perhaps that’s why I have no friends”. I have the most undefined combination of dark and light skin. Half my face is darker because of my birthmark and has always turned into a topic (or general sore spot, you know what I’m getting at). I am honestly just going with it since I have learned to accept I am not beautiful at all and it’s okay…because I have a weird personality to make up for it anyway.