i cut my hair off because i no longer wished to be beautiful.
i do not want you to look at me and tell me about the way i look.
i do not care if i am beautiful in your eyes.
i am beautiful in my head.
i am beautiful in the way i used my broken second language to help a stranger from herself.
i am beautiful in the way that i will put you above myself. i am beautiful in the way that i will give until i have nothing.
i am beautiful in the way that i love.
i am beautiful in my ability to mold these letters into words that sound so sweet.
i am beautiful in my mind.
i do not want to be beautiful on the outside. physical beauty is nothing to me. physical beauty is fleeting.
i want to make myself as grotesque as i am able but i still want to know within myself that i am beautiful.
sever the tie between beauty and the eyes. strengthen the bond between beauty and the mind.