When I think of Grace-nowadays, I first see her hands.
Delicate rice paper skin,
nails that amazingly collect the day’s pollution
without touching outside air,
and thin blue veins
pumping the blood of 100 year-old...
Beauty has a language all its own, and every culture speaks a different dialect. In Taiwan, my temporary home, navigating the impossible beauty standards can feel as dangerous as weathering the typhoon season.