I never understood how truly pretty I was until that moment. After seeing so many pictures of my life, I realized that I actually was beautiful. It wasn't because there weren't any weird faces or messed up hair styles but instead because I really looked at myself. All my life people have said how I'm so pretty: how I have a perfect nose, hair, eye lashes, skin, and body. I guess I got lost in all of the imperfect things and focused on the negative instead of positives. But now I remembered, now I am gorgeous.