really really really ridiculously good looking

you drop the oompa loompa and rush to a mirror, excited to see how ridiculously good looking you've become but your smile vanishes when you're greeted by the same reflection you've seen for the last 24 years. you turn to the oompa loompa, "mark linn-baker, you lied to me!"
he looks up at you earnestly and says, "don't you see? your beauty was always there. you just never saw it."
"what?" you say as you turn back to your reflection.
"all the things in your life, your friends, your job, your college degree... you didn't think you earned them, did you? or maybe you thought you had a great personality! hehehe... why, you'd be a friendless vagrant if it weren't for your outward appearance."
suddenly the full meaning of his words dawn on you, "gasp! you're right! i've been so blind."
mark linn-baker turns to you and says, "you're going to be alright, kid. you're going to be alright."

and you are.

THE END