I'm truly convicted and inspired by this. Not that I complain about my thighs (I'm used to the way they slap together)...but because I need to get up and get on with it. Don't waste life and time worrying about yourself. There is much to be done.
SO many people know someone is terrible, or mean, or stupid but they'll still say "damn she's hot!" or "he's gorgeous!", As soon as someone acts like a dick//bitch whatever else, I lose all respect, and know what? Their looks mean shit to me. You're ugly.
Oh but our eyes do see souls. Choose life makes you good at spotting choose death. Struggles may show up on ones face but the depths of the eyes shows hayim (plural). Sometimes I ignore it but the back story always comes out. Yep! its real.