Beauty is not a word I identify with. I was never the pretty one, I was smart, and smart was just as good. This does not imply that I feel ugly or un-beautiful. One’s own sense of one’s appearance is not a fact of black or white, regardless of one’s skin. “Beauty comes from within,” they say to the plain ones, and we all know it to be both true and false. We’ve seen beautiful eyes – alive and bright and full of fire and joy – and we’ve gasped and said, if only. If only to the image in the mirror.