I remember the first time I judged myself. I use to think I was gorgeous until my sister told me I wasn’t. Then my brother and then friends and then my mom! Since then I’ve been anti social. I’m now 35 and when my man met me he looked at me with poker face then I smiled and he said “you have a pretty smile” I don’t feel he thinks I’m pretty he doesn’t say it. But I don’t know if I’m leaving looking for confirmation or if he really don’t think I’m pretty. I constantly compare myself to gorgeous women. He calls other women gorgeous. I think I need to be alone I’m broken.