Simple

Beauty in its most simplistic form seems to me, the most beautiful. Why is it that as people we don't seem to buy into this theory. I am looking at a solitary sunflower beaming from my mantelpiece. Nothing added. Just pure. And it is radiant. Shining forth in its naturally stunning way.

If God made everything and he called it all good. Why have we found a way to make humans, the apple of his eye, those made in his image, a created thing in constant need of repair and change. In magazines we read all the time about how noone is completely happy with themselves. Elle McPherson thinks her tummy is too round, Victoria Beckham doesn't like her skin etc etc. We are comforted by this strangely. If the supreme beauties need work well I am perfectly justified in being completely unhappy with how I look sans make up and expensive clothing.

Did ugliness come about as part of the great fall of man. Has sin caused spotty skin and protruding noses? What about metabolism? Are skinny people closer to God?

So we go to the gym, buy rakes of new clothes, spend gold bullions on make up and hair straighteners and still aren't happy. At the end of the day, do I believe that God made me beautiful, that he made me perfect, that he created me and thought it was good. Like the solitary sunflower blossoming in its perfect simplicity. God looks at us both and sees beauty. Because he created both. And as the artist he is proud of his canvas. No matter what angle he chooses it to be shown at.

Or - maybe this is just an argument ugly people use. A bubble burst somewhere. I heard it.