Beauty

if you look into her eyes you would see what it looks like when you cut down a tree. all of the mistreatment, abuse, and malnourishment can be seen as if it were a browsers history. But she put so much effort into hiding her rings that you just don’t say anything.

You want to make her happy. But its like decorating a messy house. There will be some cleaning up to do. she is putting ribbons and bows on piles of smelly garbage. because she doesn’t want to talk about it.  she masks the smell and makes it look presentable. But, in the back of your mind you know that it is there and until it gets cleaned up it will remain there constantly lingering in the back of your mind until you end up breaking down like a rubber band that just can’t keep stretching.
Her outside is beautiful like looking out an airplane and seeing the ocean for the first time. But there are minor imperfections that she sees in herself that makes her like a hypochondriac, constantly thinking that the little things will kill her.

Her eyes are what kill her the most. constantly seeing what Music, Tv, Magazines, and social networks define as “Beautiful”. Skinny and stupid. Thats not Beauty. Beauty is finally cleaning up that messy house and feeling some accomplishment because you are happy with where you have come from. Beauty is waking up every morning with the girl of your dreams laying beside you. Beauty is looking in the mirror and noticing that your not the only one on the planet with imperfections everyone was born with them and instead of cutting off those imperfections you embrace them and it makes you a better person because you understand something about life and how we all end up in the whole and the only way you live on is by peoples memories of you. Thats what people don’t realize about beauty.