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The Birth of a Monster

EXT. Victor Frankenstein’s Residence – NIGHT,

 

The year is 2018, raining, the scene opens with Victor Frankenstein, holding a glass of beer sitting on a chair that reclines with a screeching sound. He appears to be inebriated, but conscious. As the rain continues to pour, it worsens. Lightning strikes begin to emerge, beginning to distortion Victor’s sight. He appears to not be bothered by the noise and brightening light to fills the room. Victor senses he’s not alone as if someone is set to appear tonight. One lighting stroke brights up the room, to invisible proportions. The area clears, Victor, takes one more sip before looking onto his creations eyes. The monster is standing tall, looking down on Victor, with anger, seeming ready to attack. But he continues to stay still, calming down for seconds before opening dialogue.

 

THE MONSTER

You know why I’m here?

 

VICTOR

To be a pest once more and hinder my peace?

 

The monster pushes Victor’s drink from his hand to later deliver a slap to his cheek to come up to his senses.

 

THE MONSTER

Justine you fool, she’s dead.

 

VICTOR

She killed my son, what else did she expect to receive from me? Praise? Fright? Please, let me be in peace to sorrow.

 

THE MONSTER

You know for sure it was her?!

 

VICTOR

I know for sure because she told me. That’s good enough for me to get her arrested and taken to justice.

 

THE MONSTER

She didn’t do it…

 

VICTOR

*in anger* Bullshit.

 

Victor gets up his sit to serve himself some whiskey. Walking past the broken glass, unfazed by it. He gets a cut on his left foot, still unfazed by the damage is done, Victor returns to his seat and continues dialogue.

 

VICTOR

*sigh* I’m never wrong. Don’t ever doubt me when you know I’m right. *sips the glass of whiskey*

 

THE MONSTER

Do you think I’m here to fuck around and mourn the death of your son?

 

VICTOR

I made you, didn’t I? *sip again, the glass of whiskey*

 

THE MONSTER

*in anger* You destroyed me.

 

Frankenstein looks at the pictures that hanged around the home, most torn to shreds, The Monster, and now Justice is off the frames.

 

THE MONSTER

You had Justine prosecuted because that’s what you felt at the time, but I know you. You loved her. And don’t give me fucking excuses that you didn’t because she was more family than I ever was.

 

Victor, in silence. Takes the last sip of his drink and set the glass down. He continues dialogue.

 

VICTOR

Well, she was part of the family after all. Of course, I had to express my gratitude with unconditional love to Justine. It was only far. And how did she repay me? *voice rises* By killing my son!? Disgraceful. Just. Like. You.

 

THE MONSTER

Disgraceful?! Me?! You abandoned me when I needed you the most.

 

VICTOR

I never abandoned you. You just weren’t what I would’ve hoped for, so I let you be free.

 

THE MONSTER

You abandoned me, dad.

 

VICTOR

*slaps THE MONSTER, in exclaims in anger* How many fucking times do I have to tell you?! I am not your father. You’re just a mistake. Pieces of scraps. An imperfect creation. A monster.

 

The Monster pushes Victor in anger, setting Victor flying afar his chair and knocking it over. Victor, in pain, intends to stand back up. But the injured foot hinders him to do so. The rain continues to pour, and the lighting intensifies the scene.

 

THE MONSTER

Is that all I am to you?! A… *in tears* MONSTER!!?!

 

Victor, seems to be suffering from blood loss and becomes unable to stand up and is prevented from movement, he sits still, next to the knocked down chair.

 

THE MONSTER

I still am your son.

 

VICTOR

*in pain* I have no son, he’s dead now.

 

THE MONSTER

Dad… why do you hate me?!

 

VICTOR

I told you to not call me that. *grunts in pain* You don’t belong here. Get out of here, monster.

 

THE MONSTER

*tearful* I have a name.

 

VICTOR

No vile creature deserves a name.

 

The Monster grabs Victor by the neck. Not to strangle, but to pick him up and push him back to the knocked down chair. Dialogue continues.

THE MONSTER

You know my name. Say it.

 

VICTOR

Get out of my house.

 

THE MONSTER

*voice rises* SAY IT!!!

 

The Monster, again, picks up Victor by the neck and this time holds him against the wall, suffocating Victor.

 

THE MONSTER

*voice rises louder* SAY MY NAME!!! YOUR SON’S NAME!!!

 

VICTOR

*grunts in pain, losing breath* Will…iam.

 

The Monster strangles harder, and Victor begins to lose color, his eye becomes watery. Victor is dying.

 

THE MONSTER

*soft, but with anger* Say it.

 

VICTOR

*grunts of pain, losing breath* No faggot, is a son of mine.

 

The Monster strangles harder.

 

THE MONSTER

*louder, with anger* Say it!

 

VICTOR

*gasping for air, unable to speak a word*

 

THE MONSTER

*all loud as he can speak* SAY IIIIIIIIT!!!!

 

VICTOR

*a stroke of air enables him to speak one word* Sebastian! *eye rolls up his skull*

 

The Monster, now Sebastian, throws Victor across the room. Victor, still alive, tries to regain air but is unable to move. Victor is unable to speak. Sebastian looks down at Victor and speaks.

 

SEBASTIAN

Why does my way to express love anger you, father? It’s my life after all. I can never be like William, nor I ever will be. Don’t force me to be the perfect creation you always dreamed off.

 

Sebastian leans closer to Victor.

 

SEBASTIAN

*whispers to Victor* That angers me.

 

Victor regains the ability to speak but in a soft manner. Almost without a voice, he speaks.

 

VICTOR

*softly* You… are… not… my son.

 

SEBASTIAN

*chuckles* Never was I, huh dad? Don’t you worry, now that you have no sons, you can only worry about yourself. Oh, and Elizabeth too, not that she’ll matter anyway. She’s next.

 

Victor shocked, gains the strength to sit up and look upon Sebastian once more before he departs, he continues dialogue.

 

VICTOR

*weakly* What do you mean?!

 

SEBASTIAN

Oh nothing, just know that I’ll be around in the special moments in your life. Even when you don’t want me to. *walks away* After all, I am a monster to you. Might as well act like one. *chuckles*

 

VICTOR

*in anger* Did you kill my son?!?

 

SEBASTIAN

Never in a million years, dad. I loved him. *stops, pauses and turns slowly to Victor*But… maybe the monster did. *laughter* Love you, dad.

 

VICTOR

*in shock* WAIT!!!

 

The door closes, Sebastian is gone. Victor left alone and in pain. Rain still pour and the lightening subsides.

 

End scene.

 

REVIEW:

Mary Shelley’s novel is where the truth comes to be and where we begin to progress in our ideology of the monster. Sympathizing for such a creation that is not to be feared off. Because its intentions are to never hurt but rather to be accepted. Neglected by society and by his own creator, his murderous rage is simply engulfed by pure revenge towards the ones he felt for. And as the monster is left abandoned, we know that it’s not a threat. It, or as now we should mention, he never was.

The novel compels the truth behind the monster, his emotions, his awareness, and eagerness to feel love is what we, the readers now have learned through Mary Shelley’s novel. Although we are a numerous few, there’s still the vast majority that has yet to know the truth about the monster. Frankly, the monster was never the monster, to begin with. His image being portrayed through ridiculed merchandise for simple consumer satisfaction should be fixated to fully understand the novel’s true intentions. 

The whole Frankenstein novel is primarily contributed to the notion that if someone or something is made in the images one’s true perfection they’re are outcasted as an enigma of imperfection, but when in reality they never were in the first place. We use neo-pronouns for the individuals we apparently can’t understand what they are or decide to be, when ultimately we shouldn’t be asking that in the first place and should accept the indifference of society with open arms.

I decided to take into this more modern approach, that instead of having Justine executed, she is rather sent to trial for the misdeeds done from the monster. Including a scene where instead the monster is held in the shadows prepared to attack once again, the monster confronts Victor for the injustice done to Justine. Victor calls the monster a ‘faggot’ due to the fact that in this scenario, the monster was made a creation within Mary Shelley’s novel, he is one of Victor’s sons, whom of which was neglected for the fact that he was gay. William is still killed, the monster is still the cause of it, just with more of a modern scenario that can fit for both a start and a clearer understanding as to why the monster intends to haunt Victor for life. Victor ruined him. The monster, now Sebastian returns the favor.

– Stephen Muñoz

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Christopher Martinez

Narrative:

Once, there was an ambitious scientist whose name was Darwin Frankenstein. Darwin was a very ambitious person and always sought to explore the unknown. His intentions as a scientist was to find out the truth of everything that had a life. In other words, he wanted to recreate life itself. Some would say Darwin Frankenstein is the modern Prometheus, while others may call him idiotic for trying to challenge the creator of his existence – god.  Darwin attended a very prestigious university that focused on the sciences, however, Darwin also learned about the philosophical thoughts created about humans itself. Darwin would hate any other class that had nothing to do with his passion. Using his brilliant mindset, he wanted to create a ‘thing’ with life and emotion. Darwin wanted a companion with consciousness.

When Darwin graduated from his university he had a goal that had to be fulfilled before the day of his death. Darwin wanted the power of life in his hand. One stormy night while walking back home from a small distraction break, Darwin saw something crying its soul out through the corner of his eye. Darwin saw the shadow of death take away the soul of a tender young black dog. As soon as Darwin saw this, he grabbed the dog and rushed straight to his house. Darwin ran with excitement, his dopamine levels were out of control. It was as if Darwin entered a state of euphoria as he finally knew what he was going to experiment on. When Darwin got home he placed the dog on his table and began the procedure. He took out the dogs brain and replaced it with a humans brain that he stole from a nearby hospital. He shaved the dog’s hair and switched it to something very odd. Darwin then stitched up the young dog as he was getting mentally ready for the moment. As the lighting reflected Darwin’s face, he flipped the electric switch that would change the meaning of life. “IT ALIVE!” said Darwin.

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Darwin looked at the dog with happiness all written all over him. “ Those blue eyes, the white fur, the perfect paws. What a beautiful dog.” Darwin looked at the dog as something to praise. He felt the power of the highest power on his hands. The dog began to run around like a lost person in the wilderness, but once the dog stopped he looked at Darwin and growled. Darwin ran away into his other room, however, when he came back to take a peek into his home laboratory, the dog disappeared.

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Darwin had looked everywhere and the fear spread through his veins. Darwin was starting to go insane. He didn’t even take a glance to reflect what he had done. If only he knew that the dog died from abuse and the dogs wish was to go into his paradise. The dog was rather happy dying. On the other hand, the human brain that Darwin had captured was a brain that would’ve saved a human’s life. The person who needed the brain had been waiting for years and years. If only Darwin took the time to realize what he was doing.

 

Review:

Dear Christopher Martinez,

I want to start off by saying that I really enjoyed your replication of Frankenstein and adapting it to the 21st century. I think that the story really showed Darwin real side in the original Frankenstein. Everything felt right and the sense of originality and creativity is shown. Throughout the story, Darwin is shown as a person who is very ambitious and wants to make something that has never been made before. He wants to have the hands of god and use it to his own benefit. Throughout this short replication of Frankenstein, Darwin is shown as a person who is fully dedicated to his mission. He goes to college for his own benefit and doesn’t really care about anything else that he learns. He ignores the real world just to have the same power as a creator! I also see a connection between the definition of beauty in the original Frankenstein and your story. Frankenstein’s ideology in beauty is that the European looks (white, blue eyes, and clear skin) are better looking than others. The use of the dog’s fur shows how Darwin wants only “beautiful and perfect” looks for his creation

Originality is shown in the story in a very unique way. The way the story is formatted gave me the chills. For example, you used similes to give any reader an image of what they are exactly reading. In your version of the story, I learned about Darwin obtaining a dog and getting a human’s brain. I read a bit of context on these two subjects, however, at the end of your story you come back to these and explain the meaning of these two important parts of the story. I found out how the dog actually died and what the brain was being used for. I am interpreting that you wanted readers to feel like Darwin. Darwin is shown a person who doesn’t give much thought to his actions and likewise, I felt that way as well. I read about these two things with little to no context and I didn’t pause to think what these two objects in the story truly signified about Darwin’s personality.

From,

A Bobcat

 

Everyone is deserving

I believe that number 5 is very right on. It portrays disability as lacking and as something that should be fixed in order for “Adam” to be normal. In society, beings refer to anyone with special needs as disable or abnormal rather than acknowledging that nobody is less human than anyone else. In the film, we can see he is thought as less of a human only because he does not speak or comprehend what it happening around his surroundings. This proves that there is a certain image and expectations we must follow to be considered “normal” by society.  If not, we are labeled as less humans or have less value than those who meet society’s expectations. But, why should we fix things that are beyond or control to be accepted? Why does society find a way to make humans feel less than they are? We are all humans and all lack of something. One should not be portrayed as better or less than another and should rather make it normal that not everyone requires the same needs.

 

Dalia Ulloa

Asserting Humanity as Creatures

Frankenstein’s creature’s life, like that of transgender individuals, is governed by the medicalization and consequential classification of their bodies into two narrow categories at birth based on phenotypic traits. When talking to Victor, the creature tells him that he read the written observations and descriptions Victor had written to record the procedures and results of his experiment. Frankenstein’s creature states, “Every thing is related in them which bears reference to my accursed origin; the whole detail of that series of disgusting circumstances which produced it, is set in view; the minutest description of my odious and lonesome person is given, in language which painted your own horrors, and rendered mine indelible” (Shelley 116). Since Victor abandoned the creature as soon as he was fabricated and, therefore, was not able to witness the cognitive actions of the monster, these notes likely revolved around the creature’s “monstrous” appearance. Records of such an appearance would be the source of visual horrors for Victor. Similarly, these records would be horrors to the creature but because of the marking of their life which the papers would identify. The content of Victor’s notes render the creature’s fears “indelible” not just because they won’t be forgotten from the mind of the creature, but because the characteristics that compose the creature as an individual are literally marked and cannot be erased. The creature never reveals which of the two most socially accepted genders of male or female was assigned or if they was assigned one to begin with. Nevertheless, whatever is on the paper is given legitimacy, the same way the sex and gender of individuals are given legitimacy on medical and legal documents until the person attempts to correct it.

This is a major issue faced by the transgender community that makes them choose between their humanity constructed by genders assigned by social standards and their individuality reflected by the gender they personally identify with. Creature, along with other neo-pronouns, is a term that would be appropriately reclaimed by members of the transgender community, like Susan Styrker author of “My Words to Victor Frankenstein above the Village of Chamounix: Performing Transgender Rage” and Jessica Rae Fisher “I am Frankenstein’s Monster: An echo of Susan Stryker’s call to action,” as they could identify with the term’s concurrent humanity and othering by society. According to Stryker in her essay, “A creature, after all, in the dominant tradition of Western European culture, is nothing other than a created being, a made thing” (Stryker 240) Every human is a creature. The negative connotation of the term comes from “the lack or loss of a  superior personhood” (Stryker 240) associated with the term by other people, because creature could also include animals and non-human forms. Because people want to maintain their status as “lords of creation” (Stryker 240) they reduce creature to a subordinate term to demean others of their humanity and rank them below themselves. Thus, the reclamation of the word by the transgender community simultaneously reflects their existence and creation like other humans and their oppression by other people who misgender them. By disregarding the individuality of transgender people and assigning them genders a person sees them as at face value, according to narrow, ambiguous social guidelines, outsiders take possession of the identities of transgender folk and pathologize their bodies based on appearance the same way Victor Frankenstein has done with his experiment. The transgender rage Stryker and Fisher express is a matter of agency and visibility on their own terms and authority, not that which governs their lives and those of many other trans people.

-Wendy Gutierrez

Be Open

 

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Christopher Martinez

In the book Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, there are multiple parts that show the injustices of being different. Jessica states with passion and dignity in her blog post that there should be a, “reclaim the word tranny. For me, it is time to dull the impact these words have when used against us. It is well worth embracing who we are as monsters.” When she says that the word tranny should be changed and interpreted a different way it reminds me of Frankenstein’s experience as a lonely monster – maybe even part of the LGBTQ community like Jessica.

There is multiple parts in the book where the monster shows the willingness to try to be like everyone else, yet also having the idea of self-hate. An example of this can be found in chapter 15 when the monster begins to be eager to learn more about the world he is in and what he is in society. He reads books and discovers many different feelings. He states, “I can hardly describe to you the effect of these books. They produced in me an infinity of new images and feelings, that sometimes raised me to ecstasy, but more frequently sunk me into the lowest djection.” (115) Just like in Jessica’s post there is several mentions of wanting to be themselves, but society doesn’t allow them to. In addition, there is a connection between the monsters hate for the world he lives in and the world a queer or a lesbian lives in. When Stryker mentioned, “On January 5, 1993, a 22-year-old pre-operative transsexual woman from Seattle, Filisa Vistima, wrote in her journal, “I wish I was anatomically ‘normal’ so I could go swimming. . . . But no, I’m a mutant, Frankenstein’s monster,” this made me think of the ideas the monster had himself. The monster said, “Cursed, cursed, cursed! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed?” (121) This gives evidence that the monster Victor created is no different from people who are homosexual or bisexual. They feel different like the monster in Frankenstein. Now I am not calling anyone a monster, but in fact, I am blaming the community for not allowing beautiful and unique ‘monsters’ into society. Just like Jessica said in her blog, “I can want to kill them with kindness, but their vitriol and hatred might wear down on me faster.” As humans, we aren’t seeing the right picture when interpreting someone. We saw the monster as a man, but is he really? Is the monster wanting to be himself, but the monster is furious about the close mindsets humans have.

The Desired Mother

In Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, the Oedipal desire for the mother is represented through the relationship of Victor with his parents. The main points of the Oedipal desire are that in our unconscious mind, one which we have no access to, we are in love with our mothers and we see our fathers as our rivals and wish to kill them. Victor Frankenstein lost his mother at a young age so by bringing the creature to life, he was trying to bring his mother back to life to fulfil his desires with her. He says, “I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body.” However, when the creature did not fulfil the beauty of his mother and was not a good replacement for her, he was very disappointed and described it as, “but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust.” His mother was the only one fitted to fulfil his Oedipal desires which is why he sees Elizabeth in his dream as his dead mother. The root of his desires are with his mother and only she can fulfil them but she is no longer around which is why he is so discontent with how his life played out.

Sabrina Vazquez

William Godwin in the excerpt from his book Enquiry Concerning Political Justice, writes about the common and basic axiom of embracing the good and bad in life. He states, “The cause of justice is the cause of humanity. Its advocates should be penetrated with universal good will.” (789). Justine through her trial and conviction seems to embrace her decision. Even after tried guilty states that she is prepared and has accepted that she will leave the “sad and bitter world”, because she has submitted to the will of heaven (Shelley, 83). She is innocent of a highly serious crime and sentenced to death, yet she does not let that taint her convictions. Even though her death is not just, she remains true to herself and her true sentiments. This very much compliments Godwin’s thoughts of who we should remain when tested in face of fairness.

The New Perspective

Warren Montag, author of the essay “The Workshop of Filthy Creatures”, uses this article of writing to pinpoint the social classes, and social injustices, found in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. To start off, Montag first divides the fact that Victor is part of the Bourgeoisie class, and the creation represents the Proletariat class. While reading Montag’s paper, he brings up multiple points based around his thesis. His final words, however, can be left for interpretation by his readers; “… not so much the sign of the Proletariat as of its unrepresentability.” (480)

In my personal opinion, I believe that Montag is correct. In order to help Montag with direct evidence from the novel, might I direct you to chapter 12 of Frankenstein. At this point in the journey, the creature has been studying the cottagers and their ways of survival. The cottagers work everyday, especially Felix, and the creature takes note of this continuously in his part of the story. However, the creature then states to himself, “… but how terrified when I viewed myself in a transparent pool!” While the quote is fleeting, it still holds many points of evidence that are useful for my argument. One, for example, being the plain fact that the creature understands that he is not like the cottagers as far as beauty. This is not the first time that we, the readers, see the creature separate himself from human society, or even the Proletariat class. Just this quote is enough to sustain the theory that the creature merely is not a suitable husk of the Proletariat class in Shelley’s novel, no matter how hard Shelley tries. The creature cannot identify himself with the Proletariat because he does not understand their pains and labors, despite him lending a secretive helping hand.

-Jody Omlin

Frankenstein: The Novel vs. the Myth

As children, we all thought that we had known who Frankenstein was; the bumbling green monster who could barely string a handful of words together, with its dramatized square-shaped head and metal bolts jutting out from its large neck. We didn’t even consider him as a real living creature, only an object. Not only was it a symbol of fear during Halloween, but has now (more popularly) become a comedic character in children’s shows and movies. One example is from the new popular animated movie, Hotel Transylvania 3: Summer Vacation.

After reviewing and reading through Frankenstein, however, we see a whole different world. We’re exposed to a completely different character, one that we aren’t sure how to react to. For one, our so-called monster is actually nameless, put into this world with no identity. Frankenstein, first name being Victor, is actually the creator of the creature we had been stereotyping this entire time. The creature in Shelley’s novel is nothing how we were forced to perceive him to be.

The creature is born into a world where he is instantly hated by his creator, by his presumable “mother”, if we must give Victor the role of this creation’s parent. Victor’s cruelness automatically evicts pity from us to the creature, since we can envision this creation as something completely helpless and in need of direction, which he had been so horribly shoved away from. At this point in time, we begin to humanize him.

We also see that the creature has very human qualities, such as complex emotions and strong intelligence that is unexpected from a science experiment thought to have gone wrong. In the novel, we are the witnesses to the creature’s mental growth as he is quickly shunned by Victor and must discover humanity himself. In fact, to call this creation a monster is completely incorrect, seeing that the reason we fear this creation is because of how human he becomes.

This creature, the one we have humanized, is no monster; the only true beast we witness in this novel is Victor Frankenstein, himself.

-Jody Omlin

by: Xóchitl Ortiz

Myth v.s Novel: Frankenstein:


The myth of Frankenstein goes a long way, but since this is based of my prior knowledge, I only know Frankenstein from the Academy Award winning cinematic masterpiece that is the Hotel Transylvania series (well, it should have an academy award by now). I genuinely thought he was the monster, and that he was friendly (which I was right about). In all actuality, I wasn’t aware that everyone else thought he was a scary monster, since my only source is a children’s movie from Sony Animations. Turns out, after all my ignorance and finally reading the novel, I learned Victor Frankenstein made the nameless creature thing and everyone was so mortified by his appearance that their reaction warped the creature’s character.

The novel reminded me of the saying, “beauty is skin-deep” and, after googling it I found that it is a phrase that a pleasing appearance is not a guide to character. Also, I found a song from the Temptations that’s not exactly a lyrical masterpiece, but (in my opinion) is worth listening to.

That short saying (to me) is a nice summary of the novel. The completely insane “Mad Scientist”, Victor Frankenstein, made a beautiful and intellectual creature that was extremely judged by everything it encountered, not by its kindness nor patience towards humans, but by its appearance. When I say the creature was beautiful….I mean it in the most pure, innocent way because the creature, in my perspective, was a kind-hearted soul. Similar to a child, he was inquisitive and fast-adapting. Unfortunately, like all things innocent, the thing was corrupted by the evil in the world. I saw something in the creature, something that was gentle and fragile, but because of his physical manifestation, he was rejected by society.

The novel is written through a series of letters- which gives it a more personal perspective and connection. The tone revealed to me the common theme which questioned, “What is actual beauty?”. Of course, beauty has multiple definitions and layers. You see, 200 years is quite some time. Although the number of the years increased, definitions differed, and time ultimately changed everything, one thing that seemed to not change was the ideology behind “beauty”. Everyone is just as judgmental about what people look like, instead of who they actually are as a human being, today as they were 200 years ago. If I made the rules in life, I would make it so that your physical appearance reflected your innermost self, but I don’t make the rules. Nowadays, exactly how it was back in the “good ol’ days”, beauty gives people benefits and the upper hand in life. This creature lacked the basic European features that was considered beautiful at the time, so people lacked empathy towards it. In my opinion, just because someone is attractive it doesn’t give them the right to be evil. The irony in this is that the creature was a physical representation of what society was: a monster.

The monstrous society made the creature warp his personality to match his appearance, completely warping who it was. In my eyes, the greatest connection is the simple definition of: “beauty is only skin-deep”. It is up the individual to perceive their definitions of what beauty is.

Citations:

https://www.google.com/search?q=beauty+is+only+skin+deep+meaning&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari