You've always seen yourself in a bad light. You couldn't accept compliments. Every day, you looked in the mirror and dreamed about what you would change if you could afford plastic surgery.
You had been friends with Carlos forever. He could never understand why you spoke so poorly of yourself and why you were so afraid to be with anyone. He was waiting for you. For him, you had been more than just a friend for a long time.

“You’re so cute and pretty,” Carlos tried to give you another compliment, placing his hands on your shoulders.
“I’m not what you think I am,” you said with a shaky voice and pushed his hands away. “You don’t want this. Not me.”
“I need you,” he stepped closer to you. “Only you. No one else.”
You laughed. “Me? You need me? I’m not as beautiful as the girls you always see. My body is covered in scars. I’m not smart, not charming. I’m a mess, a wreck, a complete disaster.”
You felt his fingers brush through your hair. “Let me remind you over and over again that you’re more than just what you see. Let me show you how I see you. You should see yourself in a different light. You’re everything to me. Can you see this?”