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There was always that pretty girl in high school.  She wasn’t neccessarly popular, but she didn’t need to be.  The boys weren’t chasing her around, because they knew they had no chance.  She wasn’t stuck up, she was nice to everyone.  This was the pretty girl.

It’s cool to see that years later after high school the pretty girl is no longer the pretty girl, but a beautiful woman.

Not everything has to have an negative angle.