I don’t care if you’re fugly…

Today,

I went to lunch today with some co-workers and we started to talk about growing up and the experiences we had. Somehow, the conversation came to “homely girls” and how mean they got treated.  That got me to thinkin: “Is there anyone I was mean to, based on their looks?”  It really bothered me for some reason and I went through my mental Rolodex from as far back as I could remember. 

I know people cannot help their looks, but how shallow can we really be?  I remember growing up to be extremely selective about the women I associated with.  My moms, pops and grandmoms would quickly tell me if they thought a chick was beat.  Even though I lucked out and ended up with a beautiful woman, I cannot help but think how it would be if I was with a “big girl” or someone who was facially challenged? 

Now that I am older, I wonder if I am still that shallow.  I try to look at everyone for who they are as one of God’s children.  But at the same time, you gotta work with what the scraps you are given.  You gotta play to your strengths.  The one thing that dealing with a lot of different women is that you don’t get star struck by just looks, because there are plenty of “dimes” who are straight ugly as people.  So, I try to turn people inside out. 

I could go on about how unfair life is for people who do not fit the tradition notions of beauty and how life is so unfair for “fat” people.  But I can’t change that.  But what I can do is apologize to any one I ever called ugly.  I am sorry.  I was unenlightened and probably blind to your beauty as a person.  Caviar Jones loves you and Jesus loves you too.

 

One,

Caviar Jones