The way you smile doesn’t make you beautiful, it makes you pretty. The way you giggle doesn’t make you beautiful, it makes you cute. The way you carry yourself doesn’t make you beautiful, it makes you classy. The way you move doesn’t make you beautiful, it makes you elegant.
The way you can’t stand looking at your reflection makes you beautiful. The way your deepest scars are in places other than your heart but yet under the surface of your skin makes you beautiful. The way you cry when you think about not being good enough makes you beautiful.
I’ve never regarded beauty as the epitome of positivity; I’ve always considered it the culmination of all that’s wrong. The way it hurts to smile during sadness, the way lies must be told to give the illusion that all is fine, the way that tears fall when the past comes up.
Because through everything that you’ve lived through, the moments that make your heart quake are the moments that define you. And in those moments you will be beautiful. – Anonymous