If they were not born in an environment where they were not loved and crushed everywhere because of their outstanding looks, few people would suddenly realize that they are actually beautiful. After all, mirrors do not lie. , the eyes of the people around you are not deceiving. In such an age with developed Internet, it is very difficult to be beautiful without knowing it. Not being beautiful is something I have known since I was a child. I was very thin when I was born. My aunt came to see me and said that I looked like a kitten. When I was covered with quilt, the baby disappeared. I inherited my mother’s appearance, small eyes, small nose, small mouth, everything is a miniature version. Her hair is thin and yellow, and her mother often uses the local saying, "Yellow hair means no conscience." Thin, half the weight of his peers. In the first few years of elementary school, for convenience, my parents would pull my hair from the end to my neck and cut it off. As a girl, you can imagine how miserable it is. I didn’t have a share in the class chorus, and I didn’t have a share in the various art performances. On Children’s Day, the only second-grade year, I finally painted a red face, dotted my beauty mark, and put on a white gauze skirt. I kept that skirt until graduation. . When I took the music exam in fifth grade, I sang one-on-one to the music teacher, and the teacher accompanied me. I sang "Little White Boat". After singing, the music teacher was surprised and asked: "From the choir?" I shook my head. The teacher thought for a while and then threw me into the choir to sing along. This is the first time I have come into contact with something that can be associated with "beauty". Junior high school is even more miserable. I grew my hair long to look beautiful, but it didn’t help much. Everyone wore it in a ponytail, and my little eyes were always dull. I tend to have a strong personality, and I offended a group of boys for what I thought was right. They would sing in the class if nothing happened. The ugliest ones in the class were me and Die. Die is the fattest girl in our class. She always lowers her head to do her homework and doesn't speak. It seems that once you get used to this setting, you will become indifferent. I have never felt inferior, but there is always a sense of pride in my heart. My parents’ love made me know that I am absolutely unique.