I have always known my husband and I have different tastes. I like white wine, he likes reds. He likes blondes; me, brunettes. I've always known that his idea of "Beautiful" wasn't the same as mine.
However, I am just now realizing that THIS is the reason I don't look in the mirror and see "Beautiful". To me-It's not my type, it isn't what I consider beautiful.
On the bright side: I no longer feel like my husband is full of shit or, just trying to make me feel better when he tells me I am beautiful. I am his type. When he looks at me, what he sees truly is beautiful.
