A childhood friend had a favorite limerick, which she repeated often.
I know how ugly I are.
I know my face ain’t no star.
But my face, I don’t mind it
Because I’m behind it.
It’s the people in front that I jar.
I never believed it. Never will believe it. No, I know we don't think of the face every instant, but that's only because, or if, it generally looks okay. Then we can forget about it, forget, so to speak, what we look like, but those times, I believe, are rare for most of us.
Unless we're really old and have given up concern over these matters. I suppose that happens. I may not be old enough yet.
I could be wrong here, and I think it important to say that I speak as one who saw herself, her face, as attractive enough but never strikingly beautiful. So I don't know for sure how those people think, the ones with strikingly beautiful faces. I assume they simply never worry about how they look--in the face, that is.
For the rest of us, maybe when we know we look good or when we're in the company of someone who knows us well, we don't give a thought to our face. Otherwise, we're aware, sensitive, and if the face has extreme marks on it or if we see it as ugly, we're anxious. We might even stay in, refuse to show our face in public.
Because the face is what meets the world on our behalf, and I suggest that most of us want it to look good, to look like a real crown jewel.
Then there's the matter of inner beauty, which also shows in the face and may have little to do with its physical beauty. That brings up the soul again. Right?
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I read an article about a famous movie star wherein she stated that she ALWAYS thought about her face -- especially her mouth -- that it presented the proper facade for her character, as well as for her public. So I experimented by trying to always think about how my mouth & face was being presented to the public. I could stay on task for about 45 seconds. It was HARD to do. I gave it up. What you see is what you get. (However, I do try not to scowl. . .)
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