// Walk to work thoughts this morning: Some of the most beautiful people I’ve met or that I know aren’t beautiful because of how they look. They’re beautiful because of how they hold themselves. Because of how they treat people. How they love people. And really, because of how they accept themselves and because of the beauty in their soul. I’m not picketing to redefine beauty, that’s not the point. But maybe just rethinking how we look at beauty. A pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart. I want the pretty heart people in my life, ya know?