On What Not to Wear, Stacy and Clinton’s latest victim got grilled, once again, about when she felt beautiful. I roll my eyes at these segments because they always seem to be beside the point, but maybe I'm the only one - I'm curious as to what you think.

Maybe it’s an issue of terminology. I’ll be honest and say I don’t think of myself as beautiful. “Beautiful,” to me, is a word that has to do with objective, societal standards of beauty, and by that ruler I’m somewhere in the middle: not ugly, but not gorgeous either. I think of myself as pretty; I don’t scare small children but I’m not in demand as a fashion model either.

I guess I think that unless you’re a fan of plastic surgery, your face is your face and will continue to be your face no matter how pulled together you are or aren’t, or what clothes you’re wearing. Clothes, haircut, and all the rest can add to or detract from your beauty, but they can’t fundamentally change it.

It doesn't profoundly bother me that I'm not beautiful, either. After all, I didn’t choose my genes and my features; I didn’t do anything to earn them and neither did anyone else. So I don’t feel bad admitting that I’m not beautiful, because it doesn’t really have anything to do with me. I can, however, try to do what I can to look nice and pulled-together, and more importantly, be a good person - a smarter person, a more astute person, a kinder person, a more caring person. Those are the things I am proud of, or ashamed of, not my looks.

But maybe I'm being too severe on other people's choice of wording. Am I crazy?