If you would see me naked, shaking, stripped of my image, my make-up, my foundations and sprays and cover-ups, my pretenses, my defenses, my barriers and walls; with no hiding, no games, no masks, no persona, no part to play and nothing to lose. If you would see it all, raw, uncensored, uncontrolled. Would you still love me? Would your heart open? Would you see ugliness, or would you see art?
