Beauty isn't what they say it is.
It isn't in how people look like what others expect.
Nor in how people let others
Mess with their face, body and head.
Beauty is how you move your fingers over
Something you love truly.
Beauty is in the way you walk,
When you know you're heading there.
Beauty is your feet that are darker and dirtier
Than the rest because you walked barefoot
But you don't really mind, because it tells you
That your feet are a part of you.
Beauty is your hair on a breezy morning,
Loose, free, without a worry in the world.
Beauty is how your face shines when
You're saying a nice thing to another,
To cheer them up, from your heart.
Beauty is everywhere in your body, your originality.
Beauty is in everything that is unique,
Beauty is you.
Because there's no one else like you.
And there never will be.