Still, she felt that she deserved that kind of beauty if she craved it, especially if she made it for herself. She didn’t feel out of place in it. Her grandparents had known their worth and kept reaching. They’d dressed in tuxes and ball gowns despite being turned away from restaurants and jobs. They’d written love letters in the midst of a war. They’d danced through displacement and heartache. They’d made rich lives for themselves from the little they were given, posed in front of their houses as the camera shutters clicked.
