Beauty
Thin, curvy bodies
Silky hair
Clear, soft skin
Big eyes
Full lips
Designer clothes
Perfect makeup
Our society has an addiction
Addiction to perfection
Addiction to being beautiful
But in reality, beauty is not
Thin bodies
Expensive clothes
And straight, white teeth
Beauty is
Imperfection
It’s the one strand of hair that won’t stay in place
The curve of a belly
The crookedness of a smile
It is a birthmark
A scar
A blemish
Beauty is age
It’s a baby’s smile
An old person’s wrinkles
It’s being young
And being old
Beauty is the sound
Of laughter
Of sweet nothings late at night
Of normal, everyday conversations
Of silence between friends who don’t need to fill it
And beauty is found in the little everyday things
Fathers kissing their children goodnight
Wives straightening their husband’s ties
Boyfriends buying chocolates on Valentine’s day
Children holding their mother’s hands
Friends listening to music together
But most of all,
Beauty Is Love
It’s the love shared between parents and their children
The love of life
The love of yourself
Of imperfections
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