...that polished and preened, swathed in satin as I scattered primrose petals along the parquetry, I was beautiful. With matted hair and grubby hands, tearing through trees that grab at my bare arms and snag holes in my blouse, I am just as beautiful.

...to adorn myself with confidence and intelligence the way others use blush and lipstick.

...to adopt a foundation of self-awareness instead of the blindness of egotism, and to rely on adaptability instead of falling into submersion.