I’m a firm believer that there is something physically pretty about each person in the world.
No matter how pretty or unpretty they may think they are.
I am also a firm believer that this prettiness can be diminished by an unattractive soul or (if you’re not a soul kind of person) personality.
And that underneath any radical aesthetic could be a beautiful soul,
or whatever you want to call it that makes us individual from each other.
I firmly believe the choices we make with what life hands us; the way we process and overcome; the way we carry our battle wounds and not let it destroy the spirit is beautiful.
The kind of beatiful that transcends youth and sex appeal.
Beauty in kindness.
Beauty in laugh lines.
Beauty in leathered feet from the journeys they’ve made.
Beauty in rising above.
I read a good quote once. It goes something like this:
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons 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.” – Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
That pretty much sums it up I think.