"Face it, you're model-gorgeous. Okay, so your eyes are bloodshot and you've got bags from crying all night. But all in all, you've got it goin' on. Look in the mirror, Brit, and say out loud " "No." "Come on. It'll make you feel better. Look right in the mirror and yell !" "Nuh-uh." "Can you at least admit you've got good hair?" I look at Sierra. "You talk to yourself in front of a mirror?" "I do. Wanna see?" She pushes me aside and moves up close to the mirror. "Not half-bad, Sierra," she tells herself. "Doug is one lucky guy." She turns to me. "See, it's easy." Instead of laughing, I start to cry. "Am I that ugly?"