Beauty doesn't lie in the symmetry of a face or flatness of a belly. Beauty radiates from a lepers hope or a victims resistance. Beauty lives in the musk of sweat that forms from good lovin'. Beauty is raw, ugly, human. Beauty's eyes are bloodshot from being up all night.
True beauty holds a mirror up to our mediocrity; our need to blend in, to conform, to believe in the craven imagery sold to us at the checkout line in the supermarket.
We hunger for True Beauty because we are feeding ourselves with dust to fill our neediness. We are gorging ourselves at the buffet table of illusion and wondering why we never feel full, never feel satisfied, never feel beautiful. Turn away from the mirage and feed with me.
Put down your Us Weekly and turn off your E! -- they are the Devils banquet. Yes, my methods are extreme, but my message is not. How I communicate what I believe isn't for everyone ... in fact it isnt for anyone but me, but what I am saying is universal.