Am I Beautiful Now?

I was born with my mother’s face. It was not one of extravagant beauty, but to me it was perfect. Because to me, she was perfect. Besides, it was mine, and how could that be wrong? I believed that for a long time, while I was young and naive. But I grew up, and whenContinue reading “Am I Beautiful Now?”

The Beautiful Lies, The Ugly Truth

We live in a world of lies. Beautifully painted, elegantly dressed, and desperately enchanting. These lies are a mistress sent to tempt us. We are helpless to resist because she whispers the words we want to hear, and she smells like roses, and her face is painted to represent that someone we long so desperatelyContinue reading “The Beautiful Lies, The Ugly Truth”