To know or not to know that the you are beautiful.

I have yet to read a romance novel where the heroine isn’t either beautiful, at least passably pretty, or will become beautiful by the end of the story after a makeover or something. That’s just the way romance novels work. But here’s the rub, what may be beautiful to one person may be fugly to another. It’s all a crap shoot actually because humanity is so different with its perceptions of beauty.

The lyrics of the song by One Direction  ‘You don’t know you’re beautiful’ present an interesting dimension to beauty which I don’t think is true. All beautiful women, even just passably pretty women know what they look like.

I was watching a movie starring Halle Berry and I turned to my friend and asked her what it would be like to look in the mirror and know that you are so amazingly gorgeous.

When I was in high school I knew I was not pretty, not even passably cute (we all know when we’re not pretty, especially when my mother was beautiful). I’m not sure when the metamorphosis occurred but all of a sudden I got pretty and I sure as heck knew it. 

There are some days now when I look in the mirror and say yuck and don’t like what I see, but for the majority of the time I know the cuteness of me.

Is One Direction correct? Do some women not know they are beautiful, making them more beautiful or is that just garbage?