But in my desire to curate Miriam, I’d become just another version of an obsessive recommender. I wanted to show the world how beautiful she was, to present a different type of beauty, and in doing so, to own part of her. I felt that if the world embraced Miriam, I’d be healing something in me—making amends with young Rachel. But I didn’t entirely trust the world to grasp her beauty. So I sweetened the pot with little aesthetic upgrades.
