Beauty is not the symmetry of eyes or a bountiful bosom.
It is not a size 4 waist with perfect hair.
It is grace.
Comfort.
It is a harboring heart that offers shelter to the worn.
Beauty has eyes that alight with the flame of passion.
Beauty is always thinking of you.
It hides in lips that speak stars to their place just to give you something to wish for.
Beauty transforms the hopeless into heroes and hold hands with justice.
Yet knows when to turn the other cheek.
It calls to the caverns of what already lies tucked inside of you.
It is a dream.
And also reality.
Beauty is not the sum of parts.
It is sacred.
Alive.
Eternal.
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