Can you help me accept my ugliness?
A very homely young woman made an appointment with a psychiatrist. She walked into his office and said, “Doctor, I’m so depressed and lonely. I don’t have any friends, no man will come near me, and everybody laughs at me. Can you help me accept my ugliness?”
“I’m sure I can,” the psychiatrist replied. “Just go over there and lie face down on that couch.”