My definition of beauty is different from society perception,
better than the dictionary’s definition, more than just a look.
Beauty isn’t measured by Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada or Baby phat.
All the clothes and accessories accentuate your glow, but not true beauty.
Beauty isn’t defined by L’Oreal, Lancôme, Avon, Olay or even Mac products.
All the makeup, perfumes, pure virgin hair weaves, butt implants,
breast augmentation and fake nails are just a physical facade of
imaginary beauty built by society.
Charm is deceptive. Just as a rose withers, beauty of a face fades…
fleeting as time. Appearances do not last but real beauty inside
shines on. Transparency is embroidered in the eyes.
Behind that physical facade, lies a resilient beauty.
A shimmering seen from the eyes because the eyes
are the windows to her soul, the doorway to her heart.
A place where love resides.
It’s in her eyes when she speaks, an honesty
and truth manifested in her actions.
Intelligence spoken with each word she speaks.
The way she walks, respect with each strut –
a feminine nature soaring high,
beauty surpassed by others. A hue of strength and confidence,
an aroma of good character and personality.
Love shown because she’s a nurturer and her spirit is beautiful.
A painting can be a thousand words but a thousand paintings
can’t paint fully a woman with such inner beauty.
Like the rainbow, her unique colors will fill the
canvas that age won’t be able to truly decipher.
She knows and appreciates her inner beauty,
closing the facial mole that society calls beauty.
Expressing it with respect and humility,
a radiance that illuminates each time she smiles.
Happy is a man that appreciates true beauty and isn’t
caught up with all the crazy beauty schemes in these times.
Happy is a woman that knows and appreciates her inner beauty,
acknowledges its importance and utilizes it to educate, inspire,
and mostly, do good.
Understanding that the physical facade society embraces
is just a bonus.