If I asked you, "What is beautiful ?"
What would come to mind?
Maybe a beautiful flower you once saw?
Maybe a beautiful view that once took your breath away?
But maybe it's not a thing,
But a who?
Your mothers are beautiful.
Your sisters are beautiful.
Your great-great-great-great-great-grandmothers were beautiful.
And maybe you are too.
I see so many different types of women in this world,
And all of them are beautiful to me.
Those girls that are soft and warm like honey, who soak up the sun like it's a part of themselves.
Then there are those rather scary looking girls, with the dark makeup, crazy hair, and creative metal studs through their skin.
The rebel girls with devil-may-care attitudes and leather jackets casually slung across their shoulders.
And we can't forget the lazy girls, with the sweatpants and old sneakers, with their hair always up and out of their face.
Those bookish girls, with the comfy sweatshirts and the glasses that allow their gaze to melt your heart like butter.
Those sweet girls, who have pretty dresses and ribbons in their hair, like pretty little angels who decended from the sky.
And of course the cute girls with the round red cheeks, who love to laugh and seem to always be emitting warmth.
There are so many others out there,
And I'll bet you anything that all of them,
Every single last one,
The soft, warm ones,
The scary ones,
The rebellious ones,
The lazier ones,
The bookish ones,
The sweet, angelic ones,
And the cute ones.
All of them,
Are beautiful to me.