My Son Is Beautiful -- Just Like Me

At some point in my life I told myself that I was not beautiful. I thought it, accepted it, and lived with this self-declared statement for decades. I had made the assumption that real beauty, TRUE beauty, was defined as shorter, thinner, less pale, less splotchy, more everything I wasn't and less everything that I was....more
For YEARS I used to hear "oh my God, your daughter is so beautiful! She looks just like her ...more