Beauty

A misunderstood, hopelessly articulated, constantly changing concept

The true meaning which has died

Buried under social media, magazines, models, makeup

Under designer clothes and fancy cars

Under physical alterations leading to mental exhaustion from the thought of not be good enough

Not being the ideal female

Not being perfect

An internal characteristic of the soul that has been materialized

Degraded to simply one’s physical appearance

No longer unique to individuals but a standard to society

How did we manage to so disgustingly transform the face of this word?

Beauty

Such a delicate aspect of the self

As fragile as a butterfly

Its wings burdened with plucked eyebrows, eye shadow, cosmetic contacts, eye liner, blush, bright shades of lipstick

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder

But I think this phrase has been misunderstood

Not the physical eye that sees the physical appearance

But as in a mental “eye” that can see into the soul

That understands one’s character

Beauty

 It is not tangible

It is not a standard

It is a piece of the self

A characteristic of the self

Composed of the person and not of this world

It cannot be judged nor created by man

It is natural

It is you

Beauty

An internal characteristic rooted in the heart which glows from the inside out

If we could only grasp the true meaning as a whole

As a society

But it continues to be this misunderstood, hopelessly articulated, constantly changing

Each day even more degrading

Concept