D.J., we have to talk.
You don't understand.
I don't like the way I look.
I want to look like these models.
Why?
Because they're beautiful.
Well, so are you.
Oh yeah?
Well, show me one girl in here
with this round face and these Charlie Brown cheeks.
Honey, people come in
all different shapes and sizes.
Everybody wishes they could change something about themselves.
Heck, when I was a kid,
I wished I could have been more like that guy on “The Incredible Hulk.”
You want to be a big green monster with muscles?
No, not him. The other guy, the guy that turned into the Hulk.
He was just nice and average.
He wasn't too tall, wasn't too skinny.
He didn't stick out like I thought I did.
Then I realized he didn't have it so easy, either.
Every time he lost his temper, he had to buy a new shirt.
You made me smile,
but there's still no way I'm wearing a bathing suit in front of my friends.
Okay. Lemme me ask you a question.
Why do you like your friends?
Because they're nice and we have fun together and we do stuff for each other.
Not because they all look like models.
No.
Maybe, that's because deep down inside, you know
that how a person looks on the outside
isn't nearly as important as who they are on the inside. Right?
Right.
Honey, I just wish you would
try to see yourself the way you see your friends.
Deej, you got such a good heart.
You care about people.
That's why people care about you.
And everybody who knows the real D.J.
thinks she's pretty terrific.
Thanks, Dad. I love you.
I love you, too.