A woman is a loving mother, a gorgeous daughter, and beautiful angel of imagination.
Her voice was a hushed whisper against my ear. An audible smile.
What God says you are is more important than what others think of you.
There are beautiful things in the world and there are sad things and when they come together they make a star. The light is far away and the strangest part is that the light is inside you.
Ladies and gentlemen, when you paint your lips, eyes, nails, hair, side-beards, or whatever, to look beautiful or handsome, don’t forget your up stairs, if you don’t go up there to put things in order, then, consider the former attributes null and void.
Kessa ran her fingers over her stomach. Flat. But was it flat enough? Not quite. She still had some way to go. Just to be safe, she told herself. Still, it was nice the way her pelvic bones rose like sharp hills on either side of her stomach. I love bones. Bones are beautiful.
Thomas make it easy to cave to temptation with his golden – blond hair, muscle from head to toe and sexy brooding expression a few girls have written about in poems.
Leave your hair natural. Let your beard grow out. Leave the makeup in the bag. Wear comfortable clothes. Stop worrying so much about your looks and start looking around you. You have missed so much beauty trying to become beautiful. You have missed your own worth trying to become worthy. Let the mask break open. Let it lie on the floor. Let yourself be seen. Let yourself see.
We can see for ourselves how beautiful we both are.
We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us–that we’re all broken, all beautifully imperfect.