Beauty

What is beauty?

Beauty is not fair hair or a golden body. It ain't a perfect face or feminine features. Beauty is something beyond, something neither written nor said. Beauty is when you look at someone and your heart warms up with an awww, or when you feel relieved on a cozy Sunday night. Beauty is orange in autumn leaves. Beauty is yellow in sunrays on daisies,. It's the smile of an old man or maybe the laugh of a baby. It's the scar that was once open but now healed. It's the body that went though pain and still survived. Beauty is strength. It's love, hate, and death. Beauty is everything but fake.

Beauty is age and wrinkles. It's old bones and toothless smiles. Beauty is love letters and scattered hand writings. Beauty is spilled ink on empty paper. It's Soad Hosny’s voice and laugh or Ismail Yasin’s naïve jokes. Beauty is salty cheeks and brave love. It's ocean breezes and a salty smell. It's kids’ dreams and teens’ wishes. Beauty is how you look at your lover. It’s how you're excited on a Thursday evening to watch your favorite movie. Beauty is all around you everywhere. Beauty is in you, in your eyes, and in your veins. So don't ever let go of your beauty just to feel you fit in.

When you laugh out loud and everyone looks at you despising the sound tell them it's okay. It’s okay to laugh your heart out. It's okay to dress daring. It’s okay to spill a strawberry shake on your dress. It's fine to sing out loud in the streets and it's okay to cry in front of everyone. You do never have to be calm or sophisticated. You don't have to speak French or dress in velvets. You don't have to fit in or have a model’s body. You don't have to starve yourself or even overeat to gain weight. You don't have to tan or do plastic surgery. You don't have to hide your tears because boys don't cry, and dearie, you don't have to be something but you. You're beauteous in your own lovely way.

Beauty is reality. It's being who you truly are. It's being positive after every breaking point you have. It’s getting over your past. Beauty is free. It's empty of any dull materialistic routines. Beauty is how someone holds himself. The way a faint smile leaves the mouth. It's the way your mother hugs you after a very long day or even the way back home when you’ve been too long away. Beauty is gold qualities of heart. It's the lack of hatred and jealousy. Beauty, my dear is everything, and anything, and you. Beauty is what you really are. It's how your body curves or your smile twitches. Perhaps it’s even how you speak and what you dream. Beauty is nothing but reality.