beauty

I'm the ugly friend. But maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. Even if it's not does it matter? Beauty doesn’t define me it and doesn’t define anyone. You can't see someone's personality by looking at them, their hopes and dreams. You can't see what they have been through you can't see what they love or what makes them smile. That crooked smile or scar might be what they love most about themselves. You don’t fall in love with someone's beauty. You fall for their personality and the little quirks that make you smile.