I often wonder why we are able to find beauty in the worst things. If people find beauty in me, is it because I’m one of those worse things, or one of those better things? And if people find beauty in me because I may be a good person, can they still find ugly in me? I usually define myself more through my weaknesses than my strengths. I’m weak for love, weak for inspiration, weak for happiness, weak for prosperity; I’m weak for beauty.