Whenever Im told I’m good looking, I mentally snort-laugh
Never the “Pretty Girl”

This is me! All of it! Except my middle school classmates were jerks to me about my appearance, but i didn’t need anyone to remind me of it…

My fiance has asked me before in mild frustration essentially why I can’t just take the compliment whenever he tells me I’m pretty. It’s like, you don’t understand, I fundamentally find that statement incorrect. That simply cannot be me. It’s not even like I’m beating myself up, it’s just the way it is. Gah. Thank you for articulating these feels so beautifully.

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