It’s been a while since the last time you genuinely felt pretty. You guys are beautiful, this is just for the sake of the plot. I’m sorry. You’ve been down about it for a while, wondering why you didn’t receive the features like all of the naturally beautiful girls of the world, and that thought crushed you.

There’s this huge insecurity that you’ll never be as pretty as the other girls around you. It swirls around, consuming your every waking thought. It hurts you so deeply, you feel that you’ll never be able to experience love because beauty is so important.

Your best friend, Dina, knows that you’re the most beautiful girl she’s ever laid eyes on. But when you vent to her after kindly asking if you could, she was dumbfounded at how you thought you weren’t pretty when you’re so gorgeous in her eyes.

“I know the standards for beauty are always increasing and people aren’t kind to you if they don’t like the way you look. But every little thing about you is beautiful. Your eyes were kissed by angels, your nose was molded with love, and your cheeks were pressed together with care.”

She throws her arms around your shoulders and kisses your chest where your heart is beating. “Most importantly, this heart of yours holds all the beauty that I love and adore. You are very gorgeous inside and out. I wish I could give you my eyes so you can see all these things for yourself.”