Could someone please tell me.
What is beauty?
What does it mean to feel it?
And why does the beauty in this world seem so ugly?
Transformations are never complete
until that person looks into the mirror.
One moment i want to vomit my brains out. i want to peel my skin off and slide back into old familiar clothing, curl up in a corner and never let anyone see me again. For something so minor. So simple. So stupid. But what power the sharp jab to the image has. What power one comment can hold over an entire mind set.
Thank God for the fellas. It would have been too easy to fall back into old habits and old thoughts. But as they say: One jerk for every dozen gentlemen.
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