Once I was embarrassed because my teeth were not straight, now that is not a problem..I don't have any real ones left. I would get ill at the wind if it moved my hair out of place, now that is less of a problem. Then I got some really important stuff to think about. Life changes us.
I have realized that the enter person (that must drag around this old body) is the real person where meanness or beauty lies. God bottles tears(Psalm) and I am sure people will here their mean words again. I can eat fresh cornbread and taste my coffee.