I’ve tried so hard for years to smother everything about me that was truly beautiful. A suffocating hazy impression of the world I had internalized and came to devoutly follow insisted that that sparkling smile that ignited over something simple and subtle was unwarranted and of bad taste.  The things that would make my eyes gleam were the things the socially adept turned their noses up at.  But what I’ve found about that group of social favorites is that they rarely ever smile from the inside out.  It’s always just a well-timed moment of calculation when they show off that mass of pearls hidden in their mouths.