Beauty was a sweet girl who loved who she was because she could run and play and pick wildflowers to give her mom or the neighbor lady. She would cook bread and take it to her grandma. She was so happy she could do these things and felt happy inside. No one told her she was beautiful but she was, with a unique beauty that left impressions on the heart. As Beauty got older, she went to school and met The Ugly. These were the “popular” people who told themselves they were beautiful all day long and told everyone else, including Beauty, that they were not beautiful because they were not The Ugly, a self-glorifying dictatorship of thugs who happened to have a lot of money. Beauty shook it off rhe best she could and excelled at school and helped other “not beautiful” people the best she could. Well, Beauty moved out of the house young after getting a job and she met her first boyfriend. She felt beautiful with him. He told her she was beautiful. Never mentioned her generous loving heart much, just emphasized her looks. Well, she believed him but became confused when he started calling her fat. Well, she tried to get skinnier and worked and went to school. Soon she found out he was telling another girl she was beautiful too. And immediately she saw the lie and was devastated. Beauty moved on eventually to a new boyfriend who also emphasized her looks at first and later started calling her Dat and hit her… once… and was lying to another girl. Beauty felt not beautiful as The Ugly had told her. And magazines Beauty picked up told her she needed to be skinnier and prettier and be wild in bed for men to like you. And they sounded like The Ugly tyrannical dictator thugs. And on TV and movies, Beauty saw all the girls considered beautiful were stick figures and loose as possible with no morals and only care about appearance, not realizing they were airbrushed and often ill, and Beauty realized they were The Ugly also. And Beauty picked up her now dusty Bible and started to read. And Beauty realized that The Ugly were all wrong, every one of them, and that she was beautiful and that beauty had nothing to do with what she looked like. Beauty was made uniquely and purposefully by God, who made everything we know of and loves us each, is bit enough to be with each of us at the same time. God said being kind and gentle and loving and helpful and productive and sweet was true beauty and Beauty remembered that she was all those things initially so long ago. She cried with happiness that God who made her thought she was beautiful and suddenly, what The Ugly thought was the stupidest thing on earth, unworthy of future thought. So Beauty forgave them, forgave herself, forgave the bad men, forgave everyone and started living her amazingly beautiful life. True story.