As though you will never be pretty enough or clever enough for a person? You can say that the one who truly loves you will think you are beautiful or clever or wonderful, but can a person love you without you being those things first? I don’t care what people say, we are humans and we are programmed to be with people we find beautiful and other things. I look in the mirror, and I don’t see any of those things for myself. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just my shitty luck.