She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Many nights ago when I was celebrating my birthday out on the town, a man said that my friend was more beautiful than I was. This has happened before, and it stung as much as it did the first time. A large part of me wants to hide in shame and insecurity, but another gentler part of me knows that there are always going to be people who are more beautiful than I am, but that it doesn’t take my own beauty away.
People will always be cruel about appearances. But there is a deeper, more timeless beauty that you and I can choose to focus and work on, and that’s the beauty of the soul. It doesn’t fade and it cannot be destroyed. When you have that, everything else is like a bonus.