I grabbed all my insecurities and wadded them up into a ball. I dipped the ball in plaster and let it harden. After it was nice and solid, I painted over it with purple paint and, while it was still wet, I rolled it around in a plate of glitter. I set it on the counter until it dried, then bedazzled it with rhinestones. I hung it from a string and it’s now dangling from the ceiling of my bedroom. When the fan is on, it throws bursts of light all over my walls as I lie in bed and watch it spin. As beautiful as it is, the insecurities are still there; wadded up inside. I think I’ll go burn it now.