Has anyone ever told you that you were ugly? Maybe the insult came from the mouth of a mean little boy in your Kindergarten class who actually felt quite the opposite about you. Or maybe it rolled off the tongue of a jealous girl who considered you competition. Ugly is such a harsh, final word it seems there is no way to get around it. I have learned through the years that the old adage “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” is true in most cases. When I get up in the mornings, stumble into the bathroom squinting against the light, my first vision of myself is far from attractive. At times I feel sorry for my poor husband.
God made us all different if for no other reason than to add spice to life. How boring would life become if we were all the same? What I perceive to be beautiful may be horrendous to another. For example I think dandelions, when they are yellow, make the prettiest of yards, but others view the tiny flowers as ugly weeds that threaten the entire span of their green grass.
When I was a little girl I can remember my mom saving blackened bananas for my papaw. I would not have touched those pieces of fruit that I considered rotten, but my papaw McKinney loved them. It is funny how fruit that is on the verge of spoiling seems to make the sweetest jams, breads, etc.
I think a lot of people cheat themselves out of true blessings when they don’t take the time to appreciate the hidden beauty in things. Sometimes it is easy to be so busy with life that we allow ourselves to become detached, failing to see past the surface of our surroundings or our peers. Everyone is beautiful in their own way even if we fall under the category of having a face only our momma’s could love.
Growing up I was friends with a neighborhood girl whose dad was less than hospitable with his remarks. Every time I visited with my friend her father would call me “nose”. I used to stick my tongue out at him on my walks home where no one could see because it used to make me so mad. Evidently he considered my nose to be abnormally large and felt it was his mission to remind me of it. For all of his mean comments he did teach me one thing and that was the fact that I would always strive to never make anyone feel the way he made me feel. Sticks and stones will indeed break your bones, but words can crush you to your core.
Some of the sayings I have heard pertaining to one’s appearance crack me up. A few of the most interesting are “Uglier than homemade sin”, “Fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch” and “Looks like death eating a cracker”…no comment.
Through the years I can honestly say I have been called ugly several times in various ways. After participating in Miss Powell County my junior year of high school a boy was heard telling one of my brother’s friends that if I wore that much make-up all of the time then I might be pretty. At first I let it bother me then I got a good look at the fellow making those comments and I smiled just to spite him because I realized at least I could put on make-up…
Have a great week everyone and may God watch over you!