Real Beauty

Beauty … Has this word lost its meaning? Is not the flower opening its pedals to the morning more beautiful than the repressed mother dressing up her 8 year old to compete in her own, lost dream? Is there not more beauty in the 9 year old with no mom who still loves life and achieves her dreams? Has beauty really become bought and Nature can only take you so far? Isn’t beauty helping someone cross the street? Fixing someone’s flat? Carrying groceries to their car? Breast implants, nose jobs, tummy tucks and collagen are being touted as the new you … really? Aren’t you beautiful when you smile because you heard something funny? Or when your eyes glitter because you see something you love? Isn’t beauty the crickets talking at night as you think? Holding hands with one you love as you walk bare-foot in the grass? Isn’t that beautiful? Beauty … Don’t lose sight of what it really is.