I was sitting on a chair on the bottom floor of a department store in the eighth grade waiting for my mother to finish shopping...It had been a horrible day, I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to be at home, in bed. Its was eigth grade, so I had some flesh that was waiting to be porportioned by my next growth spurt and I hadn't had any self confidence stemming from any other physical attribute than my hair (I'm a redhead-but my hair's auburn) for four years or longer. So I was sitting there probably fixating on going home and this lady just stopped, looked at me and said, "You know what? You're really beautiful." I stuttered out a thank you and she left.