Very interesting topic. Funny thing is I was thinking of a story idea about a society of people that were ugly until they hit 30 and then they started to get better looking until they died. How would that kind of life effect a person, a culture?
I was in an accident while very young. Trac scar, scars across my chest, smashed my face, it was reconstructed in stages. I had over 30 operations, braces twice, speach therapy, bone graphs, skin graphs, I could go on....
I'm not ashamed of my scars, I earned them and lived to take on whatever else life want to do to me.
My ex girl friend had a stoke while she was a small child, her left side has some paralysis and her left arm is withered, I never noticed it after our first meeting. I though she was very pretty and sexy and her goofy walk was kinda cute.
Many of the guys I know can't get pass things like that. Many ladies can't either. I say F*ch them!
My daughter is scary beautiful and while I'm proud to show her off I don't think it is in her best interests sometimes. Mav