Pretty

Pretty. 
A word I have been called a few times. 
But why can’t I see it? Why do I look at others and think they’re beautiful. 
Why can’t I see myself the same way? 
Why is it that when I look at others I see perfections. Then when I look at myself I see my imperfections. 

Maybe being pretty isn’t always on the outside, maybe it’s on the inside. That’s what everyone says right? Are they telling the truth? Or maybe they say this to make people feel better about themselves?