daved,
why do you make me feel beautiful? i know it's not true, but you say such kind and admiring words with such honesty that i can't help but believe you. usually, i would be suspicious. i would be skeptical and think that you're just saying what i want to hear so that i'm easier to manipulate. you've said before, "TAKE THE COMPLIMENT!!!!!" but i can't.
to me, i am the ugliest girl in the world. not even all of the plastic surgery in the world could fix me. every time i look at myself in the mirror, i sigh. i stay up at night desperately hoping and searching for a cure to my appearance. i look at my body while holding a blade, wondering what parts i could cut off to be prettier. i can't stop looking at my pictures and my reflection because i'm so afraid i've gotten uglier in the five seconds since my last check. i'm never pretty. i'm always a "would be pretty if i blah blah blah." to be quite honest, i am afraid of standing next to you because you'll make me look so much uglier in comparison. i'm so embarrassed.
but with you, i trust that i could be beautiful to someone. even if you're just saying it to be nice, it's comforting that you can say it with a straight face. you give me peace by teaching me that beauty is subjective, and i could be beautiful to someone, even if i'm not to myself.