You can see beauty in everything, except for yourself.

Teachers wondered why I didn't speak up more in class. Why would I when I knew how precarious words could be, how betraying they were, how vulnerable they made you?

What was so miraculous about a relationship that was based more on my gratitude than on mutual self respect?

That's when it struck me: how gorgeous we all were, even with cellulite (saw a lot of that) and stretch marks, scars and tattoos. Let me just say this, not single body was perfect, not even the fittest of women there.

Getting lost is just another way of saying 'going exploring.

Maybe we don't have the same definition of about what's beautiful. So define it. Define true beauty.

If Jacob was right and clothes were costumes and makeup a mask, then our attitudes and habits must be our shields.