Growing up, my mother constantly told me that beauty was useless.
In elementary school, I had a male teacher tell me that I'd grow up to make many men very miserable.
When I was in middle school, my brother told me I'd make a good trophy wife. At the time I had no idea what that meant.
During high school, a guy friend told another friend that she had a wide smile, and that it was a good thing, because "that's what guys like."
As I was leaving, an ex said, "I was going to marry you," as if that were the ultimate aspiration.
Our experiences and memories are what shape us...
And beauty is only the beginning of a conversation.