I used to be very sad that I wasn’t born beautiful. My mother is beautiful. My aunts are beautiful. My cousins are beautiful. I got the gift of ordinary.
It took a while to realize that it is a gift and not a curse. Everywhere I go people think they know me – no matter how old, how young, thinner, heavier, long hair, hair up, or however I happen to be – it’s still just ordinary me. Over my lifetime I’ve had probably hundreds of people come up to me and start talking – about how I look like someone familiar. They tell me about their lives, their disappointments, their joys, and even give me prayer requests.
I don’t think those same things would happen to me if I was some glamorous, incredible beauty.. People are intimidated by people who are really beautiful and always suspect them of ulterior motives or always pine after them. I don’t have to deal with any of that.
I kind of like to be Just Judy – Queen of Ordinary.