HollyRoseFowlCasson

"Being pretty won't save you," she says as if she knows exactly what I'm thinking As I look into her ebony eyes deeper than the universe, her face dotted with freckles like stars in the night sky, the lines on her wrists counting days where it was just that hard to hold on, she opens her mouth once more and repeats, "Being pretty won't save you and neither will being smart or being talented or being rich of having a better personality or a better dream." "Why?" "Because with each imperfection you erase, another one will come into clearer view until you've erased them all and suddenly you'll look at yourself and wonder who it is that's lo