It happened shortly after my daughter was born. People started saying the same two things over and over again, and like rain after a very long draught, they gave new life to a part of me I never thought about fighting for. I thought it was too far gone. “Your daughter is so beautiful,” would come the first observation. Then, “She looks just like you.” I don’t think anyone realized what they were doing. I’m pretty sure they didn’t know that, once I connected the dots of those two statements, I was being invited to believe that I was beautiful.