Grateful I’m ugly via /r/gratitude

I was always the ugly, fat girl growing up. I remember wishing upon a star that I would wake up beautiful and popular. I wanted to be pretty SO BAD!! When I was 38ish I lost a bunch of weight, the unhealthy way, and was finally pretty! I was so happy! It was like everyone wanted to be around me. I was invited to parties, bbqs, anything and everything. I was always busy. At first I loved it, but then I realized that being pretty wasn’t a good thing. I learned that there’s people that just want pretty things around them, not that they liked my company. In fact there’s plenty of people that genuinely DONT like me but still wanted to keep me around. Like I was a nik-nak on their shelf. They’d agree with everything I said, fake laugh at all my jokes, pretend to be someone they’re not. It was crazy how different the world treated me once I caught people’s eye. Even at the stores I would get asked if I needed help with anything so much more than I had before. It changed my view of the world in a lot of ways. It made me appreciate being ugly because at least then I knew the interactions I had with people, good, bad, or nonexistent – they were REAL. I’m thankful I’m ugly again because I know the people in my life want me around because they like my company and love me for what’s inside.