Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand....
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flameAnd every time I pass that way I always hear my nameThen onward in my journey I come to understandThat every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
It's interesting to watch what happens when a child walks into a room. Does your face light up? When my children used to walk in the room when they were little, I looked at them to see if they had buckled their trousers or if their hair was combed or if their socks...