My whole life I was told I was beautiful, by everyone and I suppose thats a good thing but I’m afraid. In fact I’m terrified that beautiful is all I am. So I try to be extra nice to everyone to the point were I’m a bit of a door mat. I think the reason why I’m still in love with my ex is because around the time we started dating it was during a religious month that required me to be covered up and to be completely natural and I felt like the ugliest person alive but she still proudly introduced me to her friends and when she called me beautiful I was happy because for the first time it had nothing to do with the way I looked. Even though she won’t say it a part of me believes that we didnt work out because she realized that all there was to me was just a pretty face.