“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.”

- F Scott Fitzgerald

That quote has stuck with me since I first read it decades ago. And somehow, it filled me with joy because I felt it was possible to be seen for more. I pour my heart into every stitch, every thoughtful thread, every articulated word in my prose to best of my ability. Not because I want to be seen as beautiful, but because I hope to leave the world with a little more beauty when I leave it.