I’m an unattractive woman who retouches photos for a living. I work for a professional photographer. When I retouch photos of beautiful women (and most of the rich people who can afford this stuff are beautiful) I begin to hate myself even more. Must be nice to be born beautiful, to be able to afford fancy clothes and makeup, to have all of your teeth and to have them lined up perfect and shining white. I’m ugly. It’s not like I don’t know it. But even now as an adult I still wish I could feel pretty.