Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
Kahlil Gibran

I pull you from your tower, take away your pain. Show you all the beauty you possess, if you only let yourself believe.
Sarah McLachlan

You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
Buddha

It's not the colour of your eyes, it's the twinkle in them when you daydream. It's not the fullness of your lips, but the bend and fall of them when you grin. It's not your weight, it's the movements of your body as you run to hug your best friend. It's not what they think of you, it's what you think of yourself.
Dorsa and Ramna

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Something about the founders.

Need No Mirror was proudly founded by Ramna and Dorsa.

These two friends enjoy the little things in life such as long walks in the sun, summer heat on their skins, the way their hair looks magical underwater, the smile that creeps onto each of their faces when they see each other every morning at school.

Dorsa loves music. It’s a passion of hers and believes without music and oxygen, she would not be alive today. She is beginning to learn the drums slowly, and her favourite band is Black Veil Brides. Her favourite colour is coral, and her favourite quote is ‘Never give in’ (as quoted from Black Veil Brides). She loves bows in her hair, eyeliner on her eyes, hugs from her friends, kisses from her little brother, converse, black nail polish, the butterflies in her tummy, twinkling eyes and those dark things we all fear that make us stronger than ever before.

Ramna is a dreamer, an aspirer. A hoper, a wisher, a magic bean buyer. She is a poet and a perfect example of organized chaos. The world is her canvas, her life is the picture she wishes to illustrate, and words are her paints. Injustice of any kind is injustice, period. She will devote her life to helping others, fighting against what is disgustingly common in our society. She lives for her family, her friends, and the little things in life. She loves the feeling of watermelon juice trailing down her neck in June, the bittersweet scent of chimney smoke rising from a log cabin. She drops loose change for little kids, because she used to believe in lucky coins herself. She wants to taste France’s fries, Italy’s pizza, Japan’s sushi. She is a country kind of girl, and she dreams of a cozy house with lace curtains and a white picket fence. She has a passion for reading, a zeal for stories. She has remained with Harry Potter until the very end, and is a proud member of Dumbledore’s Army. She is her own, she is she, she is herself. She is a lover, not a fighter.

They’ve been through the rocky roads of life, the harsh humility of hard journeys. They are not perfect, their imperfections are apparent.

But for the meantime, they are happy.

And that is beautiful.


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