It's all relative, isn't it?

I was almost punished for being pretty. My father made remarks to keep me in my place. My mother made comments about how I thought I was so pretty, blab, blab, blab. I couldn't win. In the end, well, the middle, I had very poor body image because of the things they said to me. Now, I love my body. I love my face. I love my hair. I just love everything that has been given to me. I allowed others downgrading comments to rule my life.