With grace

Sometimes I find myself lost in bitter thoughts. I wonder why I have to be the one scarred and battling this disease. Why didn't God give me the gift of beauty and health? What makes these other people so lucky that they can flaunt their looks and be in perfect health while I have to suffer? What did I do wrong...All I can hope is that someday I will be beautiful, I will be healthy, and I will understand these hard questions. When I wonder all these things, I am without grace. But its real, and I always try to bring myself back to a place of grace because that is the only place I wish to be in. I am human, and I truly don't understand...but I can still exist without these thoughts if I train my mind.