It took me a while to realize I was not a natural beauty.
The first inkling came when I was 11 years old. I figured out how to maneuver the mirrors in the bathroom to get a look at my profile. I was horrified. My nose had far too many bumps. My lips stuck out and a layer of fat marred my hopes of a chiseled sharp chin line.
Secrets are tantalizing. And to think I finally cracked the code on the secret to living happily ever after.