A Compliment of (No) Importance

David told me today that one of his managers (who I've met at the wedding last week) asked him where I was from because I looked very pretty. I can't help but gloat in that fact, even though it's so silly.

I always thought I looked like a typical Caucasian person but it's cool if people think I look... ethnic (can't think of a better word).

Why do people care how they look anyway? Why do I put so much importance into how people see me? Shouldn't the inside count more? I wish I'd stop feeling so happy about hearing that some stranger thought I looked nice.

Anyway, I need to lose some weight 'cause I've been eating not the healthiest.