You're beautiful...

How do you see beauty? What inspires you to call someone, or something beautiful? There are so many great posts that express others thoughts on beauty and wonder what the people here can say about it.

I can look at my grandmother's face, as she smiles her toothless smile at me and still find her beautiful, because her smile is from her heart and teeth aren't necessary to know she is happy inside. I watch her wrinkled hand write in beautiful penmanship and I see the beauty in her words that she wrote.
 
I've always seen beauty in the everyday. People doing kind things for total strangers. Communities coming together after tragedies. An elderly couple walking down the street holding hands. A bright, sunshiny day full of spring in the air. Hearing my nephew giggle.

It took me a long time to see the beauty in myself. That even though I'm not a knockout, I have beautiful eyes and a great smile. More importantly I learned to appreciate who I am. A kind hearted person who is strong, independent, and smart among other things. Those are the things that make me truly beautiful. The day I learned to love myself, the whole package, is the day I became truly beautiful. That is something no one can ever take away from me.
 
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How do you see beauty? What inspires you to call someone, or something beautiful? There are so many great posts that express others thoughts on beauty and wonder what the people here can say about it.

I can look at my grandmother's face, as she smiles her toothless smile at me and still find her beautiful, because her smile is from her heart and teeth aren't necessary to know she is happy inside. I watch her wrinkled hand write in beautiful penmanship and I see the beauty in her words that she wrote.

Love this. I saw the beauty in how my grandmother was connected to the earth. Long before it was cool to do so.

I've always seen beauty in the everyday. People doing kind things for total strangers. Communities coming together after tragedies. An elderly couple walking down the street holding hands. A bright, sunshiny day full of spring in the air. Hearing my nephew giggle.

It took me a long time to see the beauty in myself. That evrn though I'm not a knockout, I have beautiful eyes and a great smile. More importantly I learned to appreciate who I am. A kind hearted person who is strong, independent, and smart among other things. Those are the things that make me truly beautiful. The day I learned to love myself, the whole package, is the day I became truly beautiful. That is something no one can ever take away from me.

Yep. that's how others see you, too. Except for that "even though I'm not a knockout" part. That's how we see you, too.
 
“Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”

— Marc Hack
this is beautiful...
 
For attractive lips,speak words of kindness...

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people...

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry...

For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day...

For poise, walk with the knowledge you never walk alone...

People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, and one for helping others...

THIS IS GENUINE BEAUTY...

"Beauty is as Beauty does"

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