I knew I wasn’t pretty

Since childhood, I knew I wasn’t pretty.

I knew I wasn’t like those other beautiful girls in my neighborhood and in my school who were frequently praised and adored by anyone who saw them,

I knew I wasn’t like all the girls I took pictures with and all the girls I played with,

I knew I wasn't like those whom I could confidently replace their names with pretty,

I don’t have their beauty, their perfect eyes, perfect nose, and their smooth skin,

As for me, if there is any other name that could suit me, then it must be ugly,

I knew I wasn't even pretty like anyone close to me, not even my sister, because the sound of us being related upset dozens,

I knew even if I was anything but not pretty.