This isn't a very cheerful secret, but it's the first that came to mind. Though I see such beauty in others, I have much trouble seeing it in myself. And, ever so unfortunately, for the longest time I wanted only for others to love me. {For I did not love myself.} These feelings spiraled into an eating disorder; anorexia, purging type, they say. For five years I was caught in its grasp, though as of now I am ever so happy to say I am mostly free. =]