~She was eight years old,our first day in grade three when she got called ugly.We both got moved tl the back of the class so we would stop getting bombarder by spit balls.But the school halls were a battle ground where we found ourselves outnumbered.Day after wretched day we used to stay inside for recess because outside was worse.Outside we'd had to relearse running away or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there.In grade five they taped a sign on the fron of her desk that read beware of dog.To this day despite a loving husband she doesn't think she's beautiful because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half her face.Kids used to say,she looks like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase but couldn't quiet get the job done.And they'll never understand that she's raising two kids who's definition of beauty begins with the word mom.Because they see her heart before they see her skin,because she's only ever been amazing.HE.