She Doesn't Know She's Beautiful

We go out to a party somewhere
The moment we walk in the door
People stop and everybody stares
She don't know what they're staring for

She don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her so

There she goes just walking down the street
And someone lets a whistle out
A girl like her she just can't see
What the fuss is all about

And she don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her so

Morning comes and her hair's all a mess
That's when she thinks she looks her worst
It's times like this she don't know why
I can't take my eyes off her

'Cause she don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her
She don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her
She don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her so

~She Don't Know She's Beautiful, Sammy Kershaw

My sister and I were talking about this the other day. Do you or are you know the woman who's extremely pretty but does not seem to get it. We or I should say she, I know this person but not as well as my sister does, know someone who has the best skin hair color combination(she has this porcelain skin and black hair and and dark eyes really pretty) and my sister says yea but she(the other person) never sees it. I'm kinda the same way...I know I'm not ugly but it sure does my ego good when I go to take care of my residents and they comment on how pretty I am, how good a complexion I have. I'm no where as thin as I used to be but I still get cat calls and turn the occasional head when I walk down a street. I know when I look at myself in the mirror I must see something totally different then everyone else sees. I see every blemish, every ounce of fat, the muffin top over my pants, the jiggly arms , the stomach pooch (all of which are getting smaller slowly but surely). One of these days my self-esteem will let me see what everyone else sees I'm sure of it. I just hope my daughter realizes how beautiful she is and no one ever tells her different. No actually I won't her to think she's just slightly over average, 'cause I don't ever want her to think she's better then anyone else (even though in my eyes she'll always be) .