It’s been 10 years since I met Matthew. We were in the same unit in the army. I can’t say I knew him well. So it was with a casual “how’re things” that I greeted him. He was the groom’s best man, and I was the photographer.
“Wow, you look very different,” was his reply. “You used to be handsome.”
I’ve never been one for good looks, either caring about them or even the knowledge that I possessed them. Even within myself I instinctively deny that I ever looked “handsome”. But what I do know is that I look quite different today than I did only a few years ago.
For every ten people who suffer from hyper-thyroidism, nine are female. A few years ago I had the privilege of being number ten. It wasn’t terrible, but hyperthyroidism left me with eyeballs that protruded out of my head. It’s taken a year and half of rather intense medication to get it under control.
I don’t look the same anymore. It doesn’t matter to me. Not most of the time, anyway.
You’ve got a beautiful wife and a beautiful baby, and i’m sure in their eyes, you’re the most handsome man on earth. there’s no one else more important than them anyway. :) chin-up, soldier.
Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. While this verse forms part of the portrait of the godly woman, methinks the principle can be applied for men as well. External beauty’s no big deal, right?
I guess it’s not so much vanity, for I’m certain I never was good looking to begin with. It’s more the disconnect I feel - that the face I see in the mirror isn’t the one I grew up with.
I think that looks is just one small component in the overall package of how one judges a person. There are other qualities like one’s personality, values and character which play vital roles in determining the success of one in life. Certainly, what matters most is that the ones who matter to you most - namely your wife and daughter - loves you for who you are. That makes all the difference.
And I certainly think that you look fine bro!
I’m one of the 9! My eyes pop out too! :)
Oh, so that’s why your eyes are like that. Well you’ve got eyes that pop out; I’ve got a receding hairline. In life, we win some and we lose some. There’s bound to be something we wish could be different. We just have to take it in stride. I often remind myself of the story about the man who was upset he had no shoes, until he met a man with no feet. :)