Imagine if the world was blind, then how many people would you impress?
Would people still like you because you smell like sandalwood and lemon?
Would they like you because your words are so descriptive and colorful that they don’t need to know you to know that you are wonderful?
Would they like you when you blurt out random facts about art techniques and how you imagine the color blue looks?
Or would you impress no one, because you counted far too much on your physical appearance?
Perfectly Imperfect Me 