Beauty I thought I knew what beauty was. I was wrong. Before I entered the forest, beauty was an abstract notion, something to daydream about, something in books. In my world nothing was pretty let alone beautiful. Each shade of grey merged into another. Sort of like a metaphor for my life. That was, of course, until I stumbled into the world of the forest. After that, everything changed. As I ran from my past, I shrank. Literally, not metaphorically. I was shocked but I knew there was no hope for me back there and what did it matter? My life was over anyway. But as I shrank, my body twisted in unrecognizable ways. I became a creature that terri