Six out of Ten .

She didn’t want to be just another face lost in the sea of many. An antiquated boat race with signs she has lived. She wanted to be recognised by all the characteristics unseen by the naked eye.

Her sense of kindness she wore around the corner in her inside sat invisibly at a desk observing those who try their utmost best in difficult times. Her humour, fun, was depicted by her laughter lines.  

Her sense of morality if she said she would stand by your side throughout it all the rough and smooth she meant it.

She didn’t want her appearance to be calculated as the total sum of what people thought of a face bum and her curvaceous non-existent waistline. She wasn’t a total score of six out of ten and her voluptuous bust was not up for a valuation.

 She was the square root of uniqueness and not a common denominator to be multiplied, for she had none. What can’t be seen has no logical methodology of what your true values are. Young or old she’s still her in her heart.
She knows her own worth and still people want to  quantify it .