beauty: when the other dancer is self

i loved reading this piece . the style of which is was written was impressively intriguing . i didint want to stop reading stuck to each word as it flows through her life. the word choice gave me a sense of understanding. i felt that what alice walker was trying to project is clear. i like how she talks about beauty progressively. as she ages her understanding of beauty changes grows and expands. like a bud flowering into a rose. i felt like i could picture how what she was like personally and superficially. her style confidence, insecurities and aspirations. relatable is some ways, many girls frow out of their baby fat figurtively, their insecurities. then they blossom as they find themselves. i think this piece portrais self discovery very well. accepting flaws and perfections in ones self realizing each equally important in individuality. the reaction of her daughter stood out to me very much that realization that she had when her daughter did not react as she that she would. i like how she says "yes indeed i realized, looking into the mirrow. there was a world in my eye. and i saw that i was possible to love it : that infact, for all it had taught me of shame and ager and inner vision i did love it. i think that quote is a good statement for this writing ing general. then she goes on to tell about how all the flaws of her eye and everything it has taken her through it is "deeply suitable to my personality, and even characteristics of me." she cudnt have summed it up better. i loved this writing. 5 stars. the end makes me smile.