I'm 25 and struggling through so many things. My life, my mind, mediocrity, everything. This isn't the life I had planned for myself and deep down, I am an optimist who hopes for things to become all I want them to be. However, that belief is covered by layers of sadness, pessimism, and greyness. Some days I bounce higher and other days I barely get off the ground. I believe that love is the answer and that giving up is for the weak.
Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.