When someone tells us we're beautiful, why don't we believe it?
Is it because we learned to never see the beauty in ourselves?
Because we are told  that is "self centered"?
What if that is exactly what someone needs to do?
They need to look at themselves in the mirror and think,
"****, I look good."
But the were raised on the notion that that is not okay.
That thinking they look good was "unladylike"
Selfish. Self-centered.
Not right.
So she grew up knowing the fact that she will never be beautiful.
Or gorgeous. Or pretty. Or anything remotely flattering.
That she will always see those few extra pounds on her hips.
Those few extra hairs on her face.

But what if she met someone that changed all that.
Someone that made her see herself through their eyes.
See her reflection as she stares into his eyes, she sees herself change.
Sees her imperfections fall away, like feathers of a dove.
As he assures her there is nothing that matches her beauty, she laughs and rolls her eyes.
But he doesn't give up.
He knows she doesn't see any of what he does.
And she knows he will never give up until she does.