My bones are fine china, delicate and breakable.
But my will is a diamond, passionate and brilliant.
My skin is worn, scarred and used.
But my body is a flower, bright and alive.
My teeth are crooked, stained and off-white.
But my smile is a sickness, contagious and infectious.
My blood contains the universe and all of its miracles.
I have no need for filters as I am my own standard of perfection.