beauty is perpetually imperative to my existence.
i pride myself on the fact that i can view even the ugliest things as breathtaking and groundbreaking,
although others may look at me and see merely vanity and inhumanity.
but i am more than others' perception of me;
more than the frail sparkle of light beaming through their limited lenses;
more than the whispered words of hatred that slowly creep from behind my back into the vessels of my brain.
i am a beacon of sunshine, not a surge of darkness.
i am a hopeful optimist, not a clueless dreamer.
i am beautifully golden,
and i will let no one tell me otherwise.