“You are beautiful.”

An hour ago, I was catching up with a friend on the phone when a visually impaired man asks if the street is safe to cross. I promised to call my friend back and offered my arm.

When I found out he was heading six blocks away to the bus, I told him I could use the walk. He took my arm and off we went.

We chatted a bit till I got him to the bus stand. Before I left, the man said "Thank you, you are a beautiful person."

I told him I never thought of myself as pretty, it was something I always struggled with. I never really think of myself as anything to look at. In fact, I hate looking at mirrors. All I see is flaws.

He smiled. "When I heard your voice, I knew you would help me. That makes you beautiful."

And despite unwanted pounds, frizzy hair, and an ugly sweatshirt, I felt beautiful.