beautiful.

i guess we all have moments in our lives when we can't help but compare ourselves to someone else. i had one of those this weekend. the reason behind it isn't very important. but no matter how hard i tried not to, i couldn't help wishing that i were prettier. or smarter. or wittier. or whatever-er.

on my right hip, i have a tattoo. the ancient greek word for beautiful. its a reminder of socrates' speech in the symposium.

i've always loved how he (well, diotima) describes the ascent to Beauty. and my tattoo reminds me that i am beautiful because some part of me is a reflection of Beauty. a reflection of something divine and absolute. it may sound kind of silly. but it means something to me.

so i may not be the prettiest girl. or the smartest. or the funniest. but there is something inside of me that is worthwhile. a part of something Beautiful. and i shouldn't forget that.