A strong person doesn’t mind being weak. She’d rather show her weakness than hide behind a veil of strength. She’d rather acknowledge the mess she were for a certain period or in a certain situation than surrender to the pretense of control. Control — she’s not over-anxious to control because she’s already unfolding, through good and bad, becoming who she is. A strong person is not afraid of the things that wound her and refuses to grow a hard skin and heart for their sake. She’s never afraid of showing her true face, even if it happens to be “ugly” — for therein is true beauty and the quest for beauty. A strong person is not ashamed of who and what she is.