A lot of people compliment me on my smile. Its very genuine and my whole face lights up when I smile. When I was depressed, I would ask myself, "What do I like best about me?" It was always my eyes. I always thought my eyes were so beautiful, but no one ever has told me I have pretty eyes. It made me think, yes, I do have a beautiful smile. But I never look at my smile and admire it. Just curious what it means for the world to admire my smile but I admire my eyes. Maybe its because although my smiles are genuine, it is very hard for me to smile, and I am am "eye reader" where I can read someones eyes better than I could lip read, the whole windows to the soul kind of thing. Kind of fascinating. Just wanted to put some thoughts on paper. Input is welcomed.