I sometimes wonder about the idea of beauty and how subjective it is. Most people that I find physically beautiful only appear that way once I learn more about their talents, capabilities and personalities. Some actors I’ve been completely indifferent to, but after they play a character that appeals to me, their charm increases tenfold. I find every Horror beautiful, impossibly so. I cannot understand my friends who complain about their (imaginary) imperfections because I truly believe every one of them is undeniably beautiful. When a conversation with these same friends involves people we find beautiful, I find that our views often don’t match. This itself is beautiful: how everyone’s idea of beauty is different. Surely everyone must be someone’s idea of perfection.