Beauty

Beauty, to me is everything. Beauty is life, beauty is love, beauty is light, beauty is I and beauty is mine. Beauty is that site or even feeling that is unbelievable and hard to explain. I used to think that beauty was all about having the perfect hair, the lightest eyes, the straightest nose and the perfect body. But then as I grow older, day by day, I realise that there is more to beauty than mere bodily assets. Beauty is when a little child speaks its first words, it is when brothers and sisters help each other, it is when two people love each other without thinking about each other’s flaws, It is when the sun is shining and people are happy, it is everything to me and it is I.

Beauty is perfect, it is not scarred, it is not flawed. It cannot be altered, and it cannot be stained. The little tweaks and uniqueness is what makes beauty, and not the perfectness. It is the stray lines of colours that really makes a painting to stand out. So why should I limit myself to looking a certain way and being a certain way, when I could just be myself and be beautiful because beauty is I and I am beauty. Beauty is not a commodity it cannot be sold and it cannot be bought. Anyone fool that says beauty can be bought lies. I shall not be deceived by anyone that claims to sell beauty because I know that I already possess beauty because I am human, and humans are part of nature and nature is beauty, beauty is I.

Beauty is African, Beauty is American, beauty is European, beauty is Asian, beauty is Australian; the world is beauty. Why would I think because I’m African I’m more beautiful, when the world is beauty and we are all beautiful. If this is how I see it why don’t others see it the same way? Why do we do competitions to find out who the most beautiful is? Why do we mistreat those who do not meet the ‘standard of beauty’? we fail to realise that beauty is more than what we see. It is who we are and what we feel. Beauty is not just I but beauty is us.