beauty is
being, loving yourself
being hurt and feeling beautiful anyway
the arms of those who hug us,
to make our hurt melt away
like butter on a sunny day
the smile of child
whose fleeting troubles
have just been solved
my mom's hug
to know what bothers you now
will barely be a thought in five
years
letting go of the things that
weigh you down
being surprised at your lightness
until floating is normal
Beauty described by a beautiful poem.
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