One day, my friend asked me, “Why am I ugly?” I paused. I breathed. And softly asked, “What do you love the most?” She whispered, “Books… nature… and the moon.” I smiled— “And this is what you call ugliness?” Her eyes filled with curiosity. So I explained: “Your beauty is like Medusa— a purity incomparable, a strength misunderstood. Your inner light shines brighter than the moon, even when the moon carries scars and craters across its luminous body. Your roots of knowledge are deeper than you realize. Purity— that is the essence you carry. Not the illusions that society plants insecurities. You are not victim of ugliness— you are the pearl in my hand, enough to shine alone. Believe me— you are the purity within what the world dares to call ugliness.” —Albatross ✍️🕊