I thought being ugly made you ugly

You know those thoughts you have about sex? Those things make you ugly.

You know those urges to eat a little more than you should? Those things make you ugly.

You know those urges to tell people lies, or stretch the truth or whatever? Those things make you ugly.

You know those two people in the garden of Eden, Adam and Eve, their selection of a certain fruit made you ugly.

Blame them for your ugliness.

But thank the ovarian lottery you were born where you learned about the Adam and Eve version of ugliness, so that you could be beautiful again.

Does anyone else tire of this bizarre, cyclical method of thought?

Graphic seen on Facebook.