Despite the rule, some people are beautiful on the outside in. Meaning their outside beauty matches what’s on the inside. None of this ugly duckling, puberty nonsense. They’re just some people in the world(people and animals)who have a beautiful, unmolested soul that reflects on the outside too.
And that’s okay. I mean, the formulae is flipped, but the result is still the same: beauty is beauty.
And then there are those who I call The Feigned. They walk around in shells of telegenic and photogenic excellence, but are made up of shards of glass, vinegar and dry ice. They are mannequins without the classical inspiration. Their composition is wholly wrong; selfish, self-effacing, and deceptive.
I seem to cavort with this group a lot.