Beauty

 

I do not understand the world’s preference of beauty. I do not understand the world’s need to limit, to judge, and to put into a category a woman’s beauty.

I believe every woman ever created is beautiful. Every single one.

Imperfection is  perfection itself at its greatest. Imperfection determines ones difference from the rest of them. There is no preference of beauty because every single person ever created is different, one of a kind, unique. Rare. You cannot compare something if they are entirely different from each other. You cannot say one is more beautiful than the other when they are wholly and purely diverse from the other.

There is no comparison and no preference. Every woman is beautiful.

There is beauty in freckles and birthmarks and scars. There is beauty in flesh that look like stars and in eyes that see the colors of this world.

There is beauty in crooked smiles and uneven teeth. Imperfection is perfection making its mark differently in every person. After all, you cannot copy imperfection, you cannot duplicate what is different in all of the world.

There is no preference of beauty just as there are no two stars that exalt the same light. There is no intensity of beauty either.

Even flowers are different in the way their petals are colored, in how they sway as the breeze touches them.
There is extraordinary in unordinary things.

There is beauty in every woman. In every heart, in every tear, in every smile, in every breath.

The mere movement, the way one walks, thinks, sings, dances, lives. Women are not made up of beauty. Beauty is made up of women.

There is nothing in this world more beautiful than a woman. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Men do not fall in love with skies nor are they driven into madness by the dancing flames. They fall in love with women.

They fall for their eyes, their grace, their elegance. They fall in love with women’s beauty.

There is beauty in broken souls and weak smiles. There is beauty in fragile bones and gentle voices. There is beauty in weaknesses and flaws. There is beauty in cracks of a broken heart.

You cannot enter a heart that is whole. You cannot love if you do not know how to open and be vulnerable for others.

There is beauty in fluttering of heartbeats, there is beauty in fear.

But promise me, do not be afraid to be you. You are beautiful.

You are more beautiful than the galaxies above and the gems found underneath this earth. You are more beautiful than the unending songs of birds and trees; you’re more beautiful than the mysteries of colors looming above the ocean floor.

You are more beautiful than the art carved in the sky whenever the sun hides itself in clouds. You are more beautiful than perfectly sculpted mountains, or raging strong rivers that resonate in heartbeats.

You are always more beautiful than you think you are.

You are beautiful already.

I’m just reminding you of the truth this twisted paradise has hidden.

You’re beautiful. Don’t let the world take this truth away from you.

You are beautiful. Don't forget.