"I used to think the same thing," she says. "I used to think that when people complimented me, it was just because I was nice, and people like to think nice things about nice people. That if people loved me, they were stupid or misguided. That I was trash. Worse than trash. That I was a nobody, and everyone was out to hurt me. It's just... it's paranoia. No one thinks that much about another person, to create a conspiracy where they'll pretend to be good to you. People weren't too stupid to understand how useless I was; they were smart enough to see past my crummy self-esteem. You're beautiful, April. You're cared for and loved. You're smart, and creative, and you can be whoever you want. You can find love. You can find anything."