Am I the only one who each time this thread gets updated hears Norman Greenbaum's 'Spirit in the Sky' song in my head?
I'm sorry Anna, but it's almost like thinking of the Lone Ranger each time you hear the William Tell Overture.
But then again I can find fault with your mother's logic writing as someone who's butt ugly. I think it's a terrible analogy given the amount of people out there who are born with defects and hereditary impairments.
I mean can you imagine say, someone born with asthma? 'No doctor no inhalers for me. The Lord gave me perfect lungs and I quite enjoy wheezing all the time."
I also suspect that she wants you to find a 'cure'. But then again, I also suspect she reads too many coloured magazines.