This is from Chelsea's POV. It's kind of AU, too.
"I'm not beautiful," I would tell myself.
"In fact, I feel ugly." I would look in the mirror and frown at the sight.
"Boys won't like me because I'm ugly." My best friend, Julia overheard this.
"Of course they will," she said. "Just look at your hair. It's soft, straight, and shiny. When you let your hair dry naturally, it's straight and beautiful. I wish my hair did that."
I smiled and said thank you.
The next day I would tell myself, "I'm not beautiful."
"In fact, I feel ugly." Once again, I'd look in the mirror and frown at the sight.
"Boys won't like me because I'm ugly." My mother, Jill overheard this.
"Of course they will," she said. "Just look at your eyes. They sparkle and shine, the colors are vibrant and stunning. Your eyelashes are long, thick, and healthy. I wish my eyes looked like that."
I smiled and said thank you.
The next day I would tell myself, "I'm not beautiful."
"In fact, I feel ugly." Once again, I'd look in the mirror and frown at the sight.
"Boys won't like me because I'm ugly." My other best friend, Lanna overheard this.
"Of course they will," he said. "Just look at your smile. It's perfect in every way. It lights up your entire face; your eyes get brighter and you seem to glow. Your smile is contagious and makes everyone else around you smile. I wish my smile did that."
I smiled and said thank you.
The next day I would tell myself, "I'm not thin."
"In fact, I feel fat." I'd look in the mirror and frown at the sight.
"Boys won't like me because I'm fat." My brother, Mark overheard this.
"Of course they will," he said. "You aren't a sickly, bony, anorexic stick. You're healthy, and that's all boys want. If a boy is too concerned about your weight to see all your other qualities, inside and out, he isn't worthy of you."
I smiled and said thank you.
The next evening my mother and I walked into a store.
There was only one cashier, and he was very cute.
He greeted everyone with a friendly "Hello" when they would walk in.
I was browsing by the purses when he asked me, "Finding everything okay?"
I smiled and said, "Yes, thank you."
That same cashier, Vaughn, was ringing up my items when he looks past my mother and at me. "…Can I flatter you for a sec?" He asked me.
"Um, sure," I said with a surprised smile.
I was wondering what he was going to say next, if this was really happening, and if this was going to be a compliment or some stupid remark.
All my worries went away when the cashier smiled a very innocent, sweet smile. He looked away and then back at me as he said, "You…are the most beautiful girl that's walked into this store tonight."
And I knew he meant it.
You know that feeling…that feeling where your heart pounds, your stomach literally feels like it's flipping over in every which way possible, and you are trying SO hard not to grin like a crazy person?
That's how I felt.
I looked at him in shock, and then smiled and said a very meaningful, "Thank you!"
It's the next day, and I'm looking in the mirror.
I am beautiful.
Sometimes all it takes is an unbiased, genuine compliment to make a girl feel beautiful.
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