Beautiful

"You do look so nice, my dear," said Mrs. Sutton to Sarah. She was pittifully ancient - about five years younger than I am now. I thought she might cry about Sarah's beauty, and how that beauty was sure to fade in a few years and on and on. She was very wise.
"I feel so silly," said Sarah.
"You don't believe you're beautiful?" said her grandmother.
"I know I'm beautiful," said Sarah. "I look in the mirror and I think, 'I'm beautiful.'"
"What's wrong, then?" said her grandmother.
"Beautiful is such a funny thing to be," said Sarah. "Somebody else is ugly, but I'm beautiful.Walter says I'm beautiful. You say I'm beautiful. I say I'm beautiful. Everybody says, 'Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,' and you start wondering what it is, and what's so wonderful about it."
"You make people happy with your beauty," said her grandmother.
"You certaily make me happy with it," I said.
Sarah laughed. "It's so silly," she said. "It's so dumb."

(Kurt Vonnegut)