It's baby steps in which I come to accept myself, to stop hating the way I look, and the way I am. But it's moments like these sometimes that hasten the pace of these baby steps...Like the day I went to work and I know very well that I did not happen to look my best, I had make up from the previous night that I had just lightly but not completely washes off, and I had ran a brush through my hair doing nothing more, and I threw on my work clothes. But I was called pretty. A regular customer had her kids and before leaving she said "My kids think your very pretty". Yes it's one simple thing but it made me feel a lot better.