It’s said there’s always pain in beauty. Though is it really beauty or a form of self infliction? Is it pain solely endured for self-appreciation? Is it a reform that was done in bettering the appearance of the inflictor or to public appeal? Oftentimes it’s said to be a choice made by the soul to achieve the desired form. But these forms seem to be seeded into one’s desires from public attractions. From inked needles to a bodily puncture enveloped with metal. Inks and metals made for the sole purpose of alterations. I’d like to agree with the mass of responses that inform me that their own inflictions were based on self-desire and pure intentions. Without the need and want to break down and understand one’s character, I can confidently call most of these responses to be lies. It takes one experience, and one intention to cause an indefinite shared experience. These questions and thoughts seem to flood me when in discord. In discord with opposing claims, and in discord with self-integrity. I will never believe a man who tells me he’s performed with pure intention. Nor will I believe a man who alters for self satisfaction. With claim and belief, comes reason. I don’t plan on reasoning with one. I have no need for it. And as this plays in conclusion for my thoughts and questions, I find myself finally able to sleep, just not before I explore my alterations in reassurance that they remain intact and the chosen pattern on my skin remains radiant. Not before I stare at a reflection of which endlessly seeks to inflict for appeal. Not before I plan my next alter.