grandmother: your the
most beautiful of the three.
me: you say that to my little sisters, too..
mother: your beautiful and I love you.
me: you have to say that because your my
mom.
dad: i will shoot the boys lined up to date
her.
me: lines of invisible boys.
sisters: we want to be like you!
me: ugly and proud?
friends: your the prettier one...
me: on backwards day.
him: your amazing and beautiful.
me: omigosh, no one ever told me that
before!