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Everywhere we look we are smothered with “good-looking” people smiling because they apparently like what they’re being paid to advertise.  To the eye, they appear very happy with themselves.  And why not?  They’ve been painted up, curled, dressed, and slimed down to present the “perfect” picture of humanity.

It would be useless to try to mention all the places where the “perfect” appear.  They’re everywhere (evidently).  But what if you’re one of those who can be easily recognized as one of the “ugly”?  What if your nose is too big?  What if one shoulder is higher than the other?  What if your ears stick out too far (often peaking through the hair you grew long just to cover them up).  What if you don’t have that quality vision to choose colors that match (let alone the sock problem)?  What if you’re not tiny, slim, fragrant, delicately and whispily graceful?  I’d say that if you’re one of the “ugly”, you’re one of the fortunate masses. 

Those who have what it takes to be admired in this world are far less likely to recognize their failings.  That’s why many good-looking people end up on drugs or killing themselves in their high-priced houses.  They thought they were enough to please the world.   They thought they would just skate through life unscathed by the hatred that permeates this society.  But the “ugly” know better.

Oh, I don’t deny that the “ugly” can suffer right along with the “perfect” ones.  The “ugly” can fall victim to their own expectations of acceptance.  But, all in all, those who have an obvious lack perfection are far more likely to avoid the pitfalls of self-importance which attack those other folk.

And while this is true in this world, there is an ugly that remains before the face of every man and woman who has ever lived.  I doubt I need to point out what this is.  Just take a look at the rest of my blog and you’ll quickly understand what I’m getting at.

By His Grace.