I’m not beautiful. I don’t have long thick hair or full eyebrows. I don’t have glowing tan skin or bold lashes. I don’t have big lips or strong cheekbones. I have hair extensions and fake lashes. I have self tanner and a face full of makeup. I have breakouts and acne scars. I have thin eyebrows and look like a boy fresh out of the shower. If beauty is defined by our outer appearance, then no, I am not beautiful.
There’s a quote that has stuck with me over the years:
“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile even when she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.”
Society has brainwashed us into thinking that perfectly filled in eyebrows and a straight white smile is beauty. But it’s not your perfect smile that makes you beautiful. You are beautiful because despite all that you’ve been through, you still find a reason to smile. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to do myself up and look pretty on the outside and feel good about my appearance. But superficial beauty is not what I want to be known for.
We are more than painted nails and painted faces. We have kind hearts, open minds, and compassionate souls. We have adventurous spirits and intelligent thoughts. We have sweet words and helping hands. Our beauty is deeper than the ocean and shines brighter than the sun. You can’t buy it and you can’t fake it. It’s raw and it’s real. And it is far more important than the color of your lipstick or the highlight on your cheek.
Your beauty is the way you throw your head back laughing at 2 a.m. with your friends. It’s the way you look when staring out the window at the falling sun. Or the way your eyes flood with tears because your favorite tv character just died. Beauty is the prideful look on your face when you cross the finish line of your first 5K. Or the way your eyes light up when you see the waiter bringing your food. It’s the words you use to console your best friend after a break up. Your beauty is the way you persevere when everything seems to go wrong. It’s the way you pick out the old man sitting alone at the wedding to join you in a dance. Beauty is when you run to help a stranger carrying boxes. Or the fire in your eyes when you talk about the world. Your beauty is who you are when you think no one is looking.
One day you will have grey hair and wrinkles. You will have frail bones and shaky hands. Make sure that when that day comes and your outer beauty fades away, there is still a beautiful soul left standing.
“If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies how very different our ideals of beauty would be.”