From the time I was young, to when I was about 15, I never thought anyone would ever utter the words pretty to me. You see, I got acne and I felt as if it would always curse the real me. From boys who I felt as if I repelled them, to the girls who seem like I would always be ugly compared to them, I just felt like I never fit in. Then I was struck with a miracle from above, that made me realize yeah my acne may be clearing up but the hatred I felt for myself would not make me appreciate who I really am. For me to succeed I have to believe that not only am I pretty but I have to appreciate who the real me is. To prosper on in this brutal world, I have to be able to do one thing, love myself.