If you only knew how beautiful a face is. I have never seen yours but I know that the strata in your irises are strands of radiance. The architecture of your cheekbones supports your unique smile. Every fiber of hair is a glory of translucence. Human beings are so much more than the sum of their parts. As a portrait artist I look for these things and have never failed to find them in every subject.
That guy who insulted you proved himself blind and insipid. I pity him. All things will be alike to him and the finest gems will be glass and the choicest morsels oatmeal. Offered a gift and like the fool he was denied himself it.
I can tell you I once thought as you did-that I was plain and unworthy. I have since learned that the mirror is the last place to find beauty and my own heart is the first.
I just want to add that I used to pick at my skin because of my anxiety. I'm glad I stopped.
Last edited by nanobelle; 12-18-12 at 07:00 PM.
Reason: I had other things to say. I hope I helped.