Heliocentric

I am one of the beautiful people. I feel pretty. People admire me. People want to be by me. They want to be me. It's the nature of us beautiful people. I am unique. There is no one else who looks like me.

I was a late blossom, but when I did...just Wow! Stunning. The focus of all in the room.

I look about me smugly and proud. Hubris isn't necessarily a bad thing.

But when I look about me, I see the light. I appraise those around me in shadow, with snark and disdain, because I am surrounded by dirt. And we're all in the same pot. And the worms will eat all of us eventually.