I have Vitiligo on my hands. At first I was self-conscience of it, and now I rarely even notice it. I commented awhile ago (it was still fairly new) to my kids about it that it bothered me, and that I hope it doesn’t affect my face - working with clients and stuff.
Daughter: “Well - if they aren’t going to hire you because of what you look like - I wouldn’t want you to work for them anyway!”
Smart kid. But still....
If this gal did kill herself because of the eyesight - I imagine it was about her self-worth (I can’t read the screen so I won’t be the Fox 2 Weather gal anymore) and her hopes and dreams (now I won’t ever get the chance to be the weather person on “Good Morning America” or whatever.
Sometimes I have to remind myself. My worth is that I am a child of God. And my hope is in Jesus.
Beautiful blonde. They live in a different world. The things that upset them are not the same as the rest of us.
You have the right priorities, as does your daughter.
The lasting value within can overrule the temporary cover of the book.