why i don't call myself ugly

Due to a sneaky loss of perspective in my mid-thirties I found myself sitting across from a psychologist or physician several times a month for five years. I had forgotten God (and me) and sought only thin until I was too sick to fix myself and had to have help. One of a psychologist’s most memorable questions was, “When did you first stop thinking of yourself as pretty?”

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