Black Butterfly

Beauty is skin deep. Beauty is defined by the image you make of yourself and not what others lead you to believe. It is how you carry yourself and your self-image. Anyone can be beautiful. Color is only a measurement. An image becomes a menagerie for acceptance. Once a person feels loved, she can identify with what it means to love her image. Hate is painful. Love is happiness. One must find true happiness, in order to love oneself and this will be reached after full maturation. The feeling of grief, love and loneliness is defined by reason.