I am ornate.
Even without makeup 
Even without gems delicately twisted into my hair
In daylight, with it shining on my spots and scars
In the night, with nothing but half forgotten insecurities picking at my brain
I am highly decorated. I have been through betrayls, heart breaks, losses, sleep deprivation, difficult essays, friendships, yoga classes, an emo phase, obsessions, depression. An endless list of up and down and in between.
Experience makes me ornate.