You know...
I have about 500 pictures from my childhood and not one of them even shows my mother so much as even touching me.
I have experienced a look of ugh!...on someone elses face when someone looks at me and I saw it on hers many times.
I'm not someone who was born with an invitation that beauty has.

Part of therapy is fixing yourself and other parts are accepting your life for what it is.
I guess I can't explain it.