“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
What is her beauty?
Is it the measurement of her waist?
Or is it the shape of her figure?
Possibly the color or tone of her skin?
Maybe it is the gap between her thighs?
Could it be the hue of her eyes?
Perhaps It is the shade or texture of her hair?
No, it is none of these.
Her beauty comes from inside.
It is not something that can be seen by the eye.
It is the way she treats others when nobody sees
and the way she genuinely cares for her peers.
It is the way she comforts
and respects her friends.
It is the way she endures and never bends.
It is the way she listens and laughs and loves
and the way she sparkles and shines.
It is the way she leads and selflessly lives.
It is the way she giggles and always gives.
That is her Beauty.
