she and He

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.