I love beautiful people (but not in the vain and shallow way you are thinking).
Last week I went dress shopping with my dear cousin (I told you all when she went off the market here). She was stunning. Now, she’s already beautiful, but there is something that goodness, love, and joy do to the outside appearance that makes it glow (cliche, I know, but stick with me). Beauty is something you can be born with, something you can now have surgically improved, but I am also beginning to believe it is something you can cultivate, something you can choose.
Beautiful is happy.
Beautiful is confident.
Beautiful is kind, caring, and humble.
Beautiful is a way of life.
Here’s to choosing beauty.