A very interesting presentation. You know, for most of my life I believed I was ugly then in my forties I came to the realisation that this view of myself was untrue.
In a conversation with several people in the last few weeks somehow the topic came up and I happened to mention what I had believed for a long time and I added, nobody ever told me I was ugly but for whatever reason I believed I was. People listened in silence till I finished when one of the guys, to my surprise said 'I don't think that's true, somebody told you that you were ugly' ...more silence.
It's been food for thought since. Children believe what they are told. We can cripple a child by the things we tell them. Robert, in the presentation here has done well in his situation. No doubt he had a supportive family.
The take home message for me is.....yes, you are crippled but you are God's beloved Prince and he has done for you what you cannot do for yourself......and a time is coming when I will see myself just as I am seen.
And you are a child of God. Glorious in his sight. :)
Well said. :)
I was teased for my looks from K-grade on. Couldn't wait to graduate high school and leave it all behind.
Ten years later I received an invitation to the class of reunion. Married then I thought, why not.
Sure enough, all the same knuckleheads in high school, all that I came up with from K-grade, were the same knuckleheads ten years after graduation. They were just older knuckleheads.
Then about five years ago I came to the realization.
"Made in the image and likeness of God...." That is all of humanity. Though there are some denominational teachings that claim that pertains only to men. LOL Ah, Lord.
Made in the image and likeness of God, and carrying the generations and the cultural history of both sides of my family on my face. Their history, their struggles, their fortitude, survived this world in order to create a future. And from the future they created, I have my heritage.
If I permit someone to insult my looks, I concede my family lineages are compartmentalized into those hate filled words of a stranger(s).
When I was a kid kids barked at me. The message? You're as ugly as a dog.
Oh, did that hurt. Till one day in my twenties, yeah, it bothered me for years before my brain went, wait a minute....DOGS BARK!
;)
Next time, yes, in my twenties on the sidewalk of Ybor City near Tampa Florida and after visiting a friends boutique, two lovely examples of flesh across the street barked at me. I looked, and they were looking at me and barking.

"DOG'S BARK YOU DUMB ...." , well, I was less dainty then.
If I could have been paid for the level of shock that rolled across their faces I could have actually bought some of the clothes in my friends boutique.
God bless a smart mouth! It's the offspring of a smart mind.
And it was about time that sucker showed up too! If I'd have said that in school when I was in elementary school I'd have taught a bunch of knuckleheads a few things about barking. ;)