It’s not hard to be beautiful on the outside. Honestly. We can all put loads of money into outfits, make-up, hair, going to the gym, etc. That’s really all it takes isn’t it? I remember watching Oprah with my mom after school when I was a kid and she had these special episodes where people would get complete makeovers. It was ah-mazing. They all looked completely different after getting glammed up. But that’s not beauty; not real beauty anyways. You want to know what being beautiful means? Let me whisper it in your ear…
Beauty is when you burst out laughing, when you finish a book, when you discover a new song… Beauty is having friends, family, a home, food, and water. It is living to see the season’s change, to be around family during Christmas, to travel sometimes. Beauty is having a good education, doing what you love, and exploring different cultures.
You get more beautiful the more you compliment people, the more you smile at a stranger, or when you are polite. That is beauty.
Kindness is beautiful. I don’t care how much money you have in your five bank accounts, or how many cars are parked in your driveway. I don’t care if you paid $50 for your suit or $5000. Your character is what has the most value. Anyone can be rich on the outside, but you aren’t truly rich unless your heart is. Take the time to hear someone, to smile, to laugh, to let go… Help someone, teach someone, love someone.
Beauty is honesty. It’s looking in someone’s eyes and realizing they’re in love. It’s the way you look when you first wake up, or when you close your eyes. I fall in love with honest moments all the time. I fall in love with breakdowns and daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
I think at some point we have to stop being so angry or sad. I think we have to stop allowing things to kill away our soul. You have to just let it all go and be happy. You have to spread your love instead of being afraid of it. Most importantly, you have to love yourself and everyone around you.
It’s a beautiful thing to have lungs that allow you to breathe air and legs that allow you to climb mountains, and it’s a shame that sometimes we don’t realize that that’s enough.
Love that body that is keeping you alive. Appreciate your flaws. Despite not being able to run anymore, I love my legs for all the roads they have carried me through. I love them for carrying me even to this day. I may not be able to grab a watermelon anymore or lift my bike off the ground, but I am so thankful for my arms. I love them for all they have helped me carry.
Each piece of you is perfect.