Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Pretty

Someone called me pretty today.

No one has ever called me pretty before.

I didn't have my hair done.

I had no makeup.

I was wearing a football t-shirt and sneakers.

But someone called me pretty.

I don't believe her.

I don't know why she would say that to me.

I don't know why I can't see myself that way.

Why my first instinct was to think she was making fun of me.

Or that she was lying.

Someone called me pretty today.

I still don't believe her.