There is nothing so intricate as a tree in winter, perfectly shaped by years of salty wind. The sun peeps through its gnarled branches reminding me that soon enough they will be covered by leaves. Once covered, the tree's strength, grace and undeniable beauty will be hidden from view, yet always there.
". . . and if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer, because there is something inside that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit."