Beauty Is

Spreading like wildfire through a kerosene soaked forest, infecting the mind with its inky black threads. She’s too fat, he’s too skinny, her hair isn’t perfect, his face is full of pimples. No matter how they try no one is able to reach perfection, society’s picture of beautiful. Perfection is not beauty, it is cold, lifeless, unreal. Beauty is the freckles on the little redheaded boy. Beauty is the curves on the girl’s body. Beauty is the gap toothed smile of the boy next door. It is the face of the girl determined to overcome her troubles, the glasses on the shy girl in class. It is the hands of the worker, the mind of a poet, the creativity of the artist. It is the voice of the boy singing off key to his favorite song, the eyes of the girl who see’s truth. Beauty is everywhere, it is life itself. Each person holding different aspects of it within them.