She had a smile that twinkled at the curve of her lips. A laugh..like when happiness tickled a kid.
The dark of her eyes was sad mostly but sometimes it sparkled. Like she was trying to break away and yet was in love with her shackles.
She was hurt, broken into pieces in parts unknown, yet holding it together like repaired with gold.
He knew she was torn, ruptured, and damaged.. but all he could see was how beautifully she was sewn!
The most beautiful people are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These people have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
Beauty can be consoling, disturbing, sacred, profane; it can be exhilarating, appealing, inspiring, chilling. It can affect us in an unlimited variety of ways. Beauty demands to be noticed; it speaks to us directly like the voice of an intimate friend.
There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. That is the true essence of beauty.