I feel beautiful when:

A total stranger holds the door for me, 'wasting' time in a busy world for someone they'll never see again.

The waitress acts like she really cares, and wants to be friendly, instead of the "I'm-paid-to-be-polite-but-I'd-really-rather-not,-and-since-you're-with-your-parents-and-they're-paying-I'll-ignore-you-and-just-waste-my-energy-on-not-making-them-mad."

The Fed-Ex lady asks what you're reading when you come to the door to sign for the package with a book in your hand.

My 4-year-old sister tells me I look cute, even though I'm wearing my oldest clothes and I really need a shower and some sleep.

My parents stay up with me to have a bowl of ice cream after my choir concert to celebrate, even though it is late and they both have busy days tomorrow.

Somebody complements me on my hair/shirt/jeans/etc., and then a few other people do too.

The young parents at church, who all have siblings my age, listen to what I have to say and respect my opinions, versus the parents who have kids my age, who usually don't really care.

I go to Mass.