Your Neighbor's Attractiveness

I recently listened to the report on a study that said it was as uncommon to live next door to a supermodel as it was to live next door to a truly ugly person.
Which, essentially, means that the vast majority of the human race is appealing on some level.
I tried to think of it and I don't know that I could say with 100 percent certainty that I have ever met a truly ugly person. Most people are aesthetically pleasing on some level.
Of course, I have met some of the most beautiful people in the world. Case in point:
This same study also said there is an actual chemical reaction in a parent's body that makes them believe that their children, no matter what they look like, are beautiful.
I can't believe I am one of those.
I'll admit, my children have each had their own rough patches. They were always beautiful to me, but looking back, I mean, realistic: Elliot was orange for the first few weeks of life, add his beyond blond hair to that, and it just exaggerated things. And Jane, for the second month of her life she struggled with a receding hairline, baby acne and her parents struggled to know how often to wash her hair. The point is: They both recovered.
And look at them now! My camera can't stop itself:

Lane will sometimes tell me to go take some time for myself. You know, pedicure and what not, buy new clothes. But every time I think, "why?"

People don't care what the mom looks like. It's all about the babies. As long as Mom is passable, she doesn't get a second look.

Of course, these days, I look more like Gollum (not the thinness). People probably assume I snatched these children from a much better-looking, better-put-together woman.

But did Michelangelo fiddle around with a substandard medium when he had the best in the world to sculpt with? Well, neither will I.

I am, however, seriously looking into the merits of Gollum's diet.