Look-alikes
I’ve pretty much grown up hearing comments like, “You really look like your brothers,” or “You really look like your brothers, but your nose is just flatter .” I had no qualms about those. After all, we’ve come from the same gene pool—my brothers and I. It just so happened that the Lord didn’t give me a more prominent nose bridge. But I still praise God for who I am—and how I look. After all, “I am fearfully and wonderfully made,” as David puts it in Psalm 139:14. I really think we should have the same conviction that David had: if the world doesn’t publish our faces in the front covers of Vogue or, uhm, Liwayway Magazine, then so what? Anyway, I decided to have a haircut a week ago. The barber asked me to remove my eyeglasses, which left me clueless as to what was happening to my hair because I couldn’t see my reflection clearly. When the haircut was done, I put on my eyeglasses and eventually realized that my haircut was actually shorter than my usual. Blame it on myopia. From then o