The saying goes that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Looking for it there shall do you no favors. Eyes can no longer contain beauty when you start to take them apart, after all. Dissecting orbs in search of the beauty they may have seen in you, questing after self worth placed in the care of another. Desperately hunting after elusive reflections of acceptance, vitreous humor dripping from fingers to no avail. Mirrors and photographs lie, you are only what you are within your own mind, your own eyes on the cutting table.