When I Stopped Being Beautiful

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I'd like to know when I stopped being beautiful
When the compliments stopped pouring in
And every picture I took started seeming abhorrent.
When I liked a guy, and he liked me back,
And nobody ever thought bad about me.
Just for once, I want someone to smile at me.
I want their face to brighten up when I walk in the room.
But now, they walk past me like I'm nothing
Without a mere glance.
I have no idea when I stopped being beautiful, but I do know this.
I miss the feeling of being loved.
I miss the feeling of being wanted.
I have to change myself.
And I would give anything in the world just to go back to that life
Of being beautiful.