I haven’t slept. Hair unwashed, unbrushed, disheveled. 3-day-old waterproof mascara smudged under my eyes. I stumbled out of bed because I don’t see the point in trying to sleep anymore and head downstairs.

“You look pretty,” he says, as he greets me first thing in the morning.

I roll my eyes, “uh, thanks.”

I can hear he means it, but my inner voice automatically rejects the idea his words could possibly be true.

What kind of sink hole am I in that a sincere compliment is met with disbelief—even anger?

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