For your eyes only...
Alienation displaces you from your sense of self. A refugee, left to reckon, "who am I?"
Much can be said about one's early twenties. The idiocy of youth. How tragic everything seemed. The worse part is, everything really was as bad as it seemed.
In returning home, one finds enough strength to see past one's own trauma. This essay examines a young woman becoming over and over again until she, and her beauty, became legible to each other.
This essay asks, is suffering inherent to a beautiful woman's experience on Earth? To which it answers, "don't let them say they were successful in killing you."
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