Beauty

A child-like wonder holds her attention as shadows on the wall form mystical shapes... Here, in her mind, age holds no binding over the things her heart creates, she can dream of fantastical places and redefine the standard of beauty behind her own eyes... To her, scars are purple ribbons sewn into flesh.... Tattoos are simple paints smeared upon the skin with harmless abandon, no repercussions and no regrets... In her mind everything holds an aspect of undeniable beauty, nothing is seen as bad or ugly... If only that were true of the world of reality