You take a born-pretty girl and you dress her up in pretty things, curl her pretty hair and she becomes empty, vacuous. The only thing she can claim as a self identity is her one dimensional beauty. But take a pretty girl and throw some shit on her, and make her fight her way out of it and she’ll grow to be other-worldly radiant and a force to be reckoned with.
Beautiful and Depraved
Now hell, I know not everyone thinks I’m beautiful, and that’s more’n fine. But I think I’m beautiful, and, well, man-oh-man, have I been shit on. I came out better for it all, though, and truth-be-told, I always find a way. So I dunno. Maybe that’s why I think I’m beautiful. Maybe it’s that I believe I’ve gone from simply having been born with this face to having actually earned the privileges that came with it.
(Source: linajolie, via temper-mental)
Now hell, I know not everyone thinks I’m beautiful, and that’s more’n fine. But I think I’m beautiful, and, well,...