Everyday you get more beautiful. Smile lines, crows feet, gray hairs, bald spots, sun spots, all of it.
What is beauty but a concept created in the mind of one unable to attain this beauty himself.
I am beautiful. I guess. I know I am trying to be whatever it is beauty may be.
Be everything. Be something. Be absolutely all that they want. And then stop. And be nothing at all.
"YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL" she yells across the room. To who? A smile. Quick turn. Tail wag. It's her dog.
You'd be prettier if you just...I'd love it if you could just...I'd love you more if...
"If you would smile more, you would be so pretty! Look at the face! Such a shame" -Bitch
If you want to be beautiful, head my warning: Don't ever try to be something you are not.
What if I wasn't beautiful? Would they still love me? Would they treat me differently? Would I matter?
I am beautiful. I promise you, I am beautiful. I'll tell you every day, until my final day.
All of this is debris. We're full of debris. Our minds, hearts, bodies, and souls are just debris.
About the Creator
Iris Goe
I'm a friend, a lover, an activist, and human.
One of these is a lie.
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