What is beauty really?
To me it has nothing to do with the way one looks, it’s what lies beneath the surface. It’s the way you carry yourself when in the midst of destruction. Its the way you love back in the midst of beyond crippling pain. It’s the way you love the ones who hurt you, offering grace and mercy to those who you may think are undeserving. It’s giving yourself grace despite the pain you wake up in, or stay awake in for days. It is not self obsession, outer beauty and materialism, although I understand it’s superficial fill. It is only what lies between the soul and the heart and the strength found there within.
Thoughts of the day. .