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.