Equality, it turns out, has nothing to do with similarity. Equality only happens when we see and celebrate the wide range of beautiful ways to be human.
How have you learned to celebrate some way of being human that you previously had not valued?
A person might apply a clay facial mask to beautify their skin. But it is equally possible that a person might mask themselves, hiding who they naturally are, for the sake of some external standard of what is beautiful or acceptable.
In what way do you hide yourself in the attempt to be accepted?
There is something magical about the places that are in between—neither under water nor dry land, not entirely either earth or air. The special beauty of these liminal spaces invites us to imagination and possibility.
What do you find beautiful for the way it defies categories or easy definitions?