lionessheart
Well then, you never learned your manners did you?
She would always say that. Just sit and stare at me. With those big buggy eyes, wagging a finger at me. As if I should be ashamed. Ashamed that I don't fit into her neat little world, into her neat little definition of how everything should be. Of how people should be. But people are messy, they don't fit into categories and they don't all have the same idea of what being polite is.
It was stunning...this gallery. The pictures were quite grotesque, don't get me wrong. the lines, the bodies and the figures. But it shocked and awed. The gaping holes that it demonstrated in the soles of those within it's frames. The reminders of your own gaping wholes. A reflection...but a hope. That if these monstrous figures could be so stunning in their frames...well, you yourself could be beautiful with your own imperfections as well.