She catches the eye, with her bright essence and her vibrant smile. There is something you can’t quite put your finger on, but it draws your interest and monopolizes your attention. For a moment in time, you’re suspended in those feelings of admiration. One beat. Two beat. Three. And then it’s over. Your vision expands and you snap back into reality. She was beauty personified. And you, you are simply an observer. For a brief moment you lament your own beauty, or lack thereof, and continue on with a shake of your head.
Across the way, eyes are drawn to the tumble of your hair. It bounces gracefully in the breeze as you hurry along. There’s a small quirk on your lips that displays your inner musing in a half smile, half frown. Inadvertently, you catch your own observer. You don’t see their intent gaze following your silhouette and you miss the admiring glance directed your way. You trek along unknowing of your small audience. You don’t know and perhaps never will know, what this person is thinking about you at that moment. . .
‘She’s so beautiful.’
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What is beauty? When I look into the mirror, that specific word certainly isn’t the first adjective that comes to mind. I’m not beautiful, at least not by society’s standards.
And honestly, that’s okay.
Society portrays these unrealistic and oftentimes touched up images of what beauty should be, and from a young age, girls are influenced in the wrong way entirely. I certainly grew up affected by that. So no, I don’t necessarily believe I am beautiful (shocker).
But every day I wake up, I slowly but surely am redefining the term “beauty” into my own unique definition. So maybe today I’m not beautiful… but who knows, maybe tomorrow I will be.
I certainly feel that everyone has beauty instilled into them in some form. Sometimes it shines so brightly for others to see, but you yourself are left in the dark.
It could be the dimple that appears when you smile.
The authenticity of your laugh.
The grace in your movements.
It could be the way your eyes lighten in the sunlight, or how they reflect the glow of the moon at night.
It could be a number of things that you, and only you, won’t be inclined to notice.
But it’s there.
Beauty is in everyone. You just need to find it.
I’ll let you know when I find mine.