Beauty is an art that grows within

Mon, 11/17/2014 - 23:56 -- disb_b

Beauty holds no true shape or matter.

It is not tangible.

One cannot measure it.

It cannot be tasted.

Who can define beauty?

Beauty can only be created

one can choose how to define beauty.

My pain has been my greatest teacher

of valueing me for who I am.

It has taught me to grow

in strength

in wisdom

in courage

and above all the key to beauty is learning to love oneself.

Beauty is never easy

it does not come instantly

it requires patience

an effort and dedication.

You are a canvas

life is filled with colors

the way they are displayed on your canvas are unique.

 

 

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