Sometimes we need to remember Whose opinion truly counts…. 

Again there she stood with glasses and braces,

uncontrollable hair and cumbersome graces.
So back to herself in that hall all alone
she set down her cup and turned to go home.

“Excuse me young lady,” the voice asked.   “If I might, with permission of course, have the last dance tonight.” 

"With me?"  She asked startled, as she turned to the voice. 
You must be mistaken.  I’m an awful poor choice.

Who told you you're awful?” He asked. “How do you know?” 

“Can’t you see for yourself,  the whole world tells me so.” 

Then onto the dance floor walked the King as he said:  “Would you like to my child, hear what I think instead?”
Then the hall filled with music as the king took her hand. 

She asked “Your Majesty, please, I don’t understand?”

“I think you’re beautiful,” the King said as he smiled. 
“I treasure you deeply. You’re lovely my child.
I think you’re beautiful – your hair and your braces,
your glasses and clothes your cumbersome graces.
And many more traits which I could speak of, there’s nothing about you I don’t truly love. You’re kind and you’re honest, funny and smart.  You’re really quite charming you have a good heart.”

“Your majesty,” she asked as a tear came in view.
"I’d like to believe you, is that really true?”

“Of course it is true, every word that I say.
Daughter, I am the King.    I made you that way.

– Veggie Tale's Snoodlerella.