My mom says I am pretty!

You see, my mom always reminds me that I am a true beauty and that I am smart and special. She says that what makes me different, makes me beautiful. I try to remember that when other people call me names and question my beauty.

My friend Andrea (who, by the way, never called me any mean names) came to Easter at Grandma and Grandpa's house this year. She is allergic to kitties and she was stubbornly holding on to her idea that only fluffy kitties are pretty. Finally, during all the Easter fun, Andrea noticed how beautiful I am!!! I did look really pretty this weekend. I just hated the ribbon mommy wanted me to wear. I don't care if sage green is flattering. It was a nice warm day and I didn't feel like dressing up!