The derailment of my identity

I recently had a chalezium. A clogged oil gland in the eyelid, causing painless swelling to the site. For whatever reasons mine caused additional swelling and discolorations to that side of my face. I can assure you that vanity ( among a couple of other things) was NOT one of the things laid in my cradle. Yet I felt deformed any time I caught a glimpse in the mirror, never mind the hilarious comments made by my co-workers and family. It was a total eye opener to the fact that I am, like everyone else, still totally identifying myself with the physicality of my being-ness. No matter how much I know that the outside of me is simply an impermanent expression of the universe. A way for my spirit to experience and express itself that would not be possible without being in a solid form, some sort of matter. What I took away from this experience is that it behooves my essence to continue working on my spiritual evolution. After all, what is left when everything that is matter ( everything that you think matters) falls away?