So many lives appear perfect from the outside, looking in.
But, there's just so much we don't know - what are they hiding? Are things spiraling out of control?
We hide things so well, we humans. We want the lives of glossy magazine pages.
But, almost no one has that shiny life.
Each of us is beaten down somehow. We've been tossed, tumbled, and exposed to the elements.
We're scarred; we have holes. Our edges are rough.
And that's what makes us beautiful.