It may sound stupid or vain, but I know I’m pretty. Well maybe not pretty, but attractive. I know I’m not bad looking or ugly, but I’m not a typical beauty. I know I’m not beautiful. I’m not one of those girls where you look at them and marvel at their faces and wonder why or how they got to be so beautiful. I fall between the cracks, with me in lamest terms; I’m pretty. Not beautiful, gorgeous, or stunning, just pretty.