Growing up being teased called ugly, I avoided drawing attention to myself. I remember a painful memory as a preteen when I heard a comment that I looked nice wearing an Arabian outfit to represent the Middle East culture at our school international themed carnival. I began to cry because my outfit showed my eyes only.
With this disadvantage, I endeavored to become beautiful in the inside with the help of the Franciscan nuns who took me in for safekeeping while my parents went abroad. It also influenced why I married a handsome man so that my children would not look ugly. This wedding anniversary allowed a breakthrough in my life to accept myself graciously. I was healed.
