In my late teens, Rosa looked me straight in the eye and said, “You’re not beautiful but there is something about you that attracts people. I can’t quite put my finger on it.” Huh.
Now you have to understand she was always direct so I didn’t take offense. As I trusted her, her truth gradually became my truth and ultimately my brain morphed ‘unattractive’ into UGLY…and for decades I saw UGLY every time I looked in the mirror.
Decades later, my friend brought up the same subject out of nowhere. You’re kidding, right? After a pause I said, you’re entitled to your opinion. As it happens other people think I am beautiful not that it matters. Please don’t mention it again.
A week later, Rosa called apologizing profusely. She confessed that she had felt very ugly as a child and was jealous of me. Wow.