She knew she wasn't beautiful.
She had been made with a too-big nose and
pimples. And ears that stuck out and
teeth that weren't straight and
flat-footed feet and
curved shoulders.
And the finishing touch:
a red birthmark painted on her forehead.
She hadn't been made
model-thin
satin-skinned
five' eleven.
They said, "It's what's inside that counts."
But she knew that the inside was even uglier
than the outside: Scarred, obese, deformed, and hunchbacked.
They said, "Every woman is beautiful."
But she knew that was a lie.
They said instead, "Every woman deserves to feel beautiful."
But she knew she didn't deserve it.
And she knew she didn't feel it.
Yes, she knew she wasn't beautiful.
But she knew Who was.
And if He was, she was too.