Beauty, what is that?
Beautiful, what does it mean?
Is it a law, a dream?
I find myself wondering the answer for these questions, without coming to a firm conclusion.
Beauty. It's so powerful, yet thought to be delicate. I feel caged, like a slave without freedom. Just because of a word. Just one word. Why?
Perfect. Ethereal. Gorgeous.
Where I live beauty means having blue, green eyes and light hair. Being tall, thin.
Why am I, having brown eyes and dark hair, not beautiful?
Why am I, being fat and short, not beautiful?
Even myself I can't deny the attraction of the word. How soft, how taunting it sounds, looks, smells, feels like.
Like a world of madness, full of liars, of pain, of sorrow. Why do we have to suffer to be beautiful? I want to be real, to be me. To be normal, to be fierce.
Why does the world tell me if I'm beautiful or not?
Why do I have to be miserable while magazines show me perfection?
Why should I be perfect?
Perfection is boring. Boredom means not interesting. I want to be interesting, I want to be imperfect then!
I love my widely-spaced front teeth.
I love my brown eyes, my brown hair.
I love my big forehead.
My fatness.
I won't lie, I wish I was taller though.
Beauty is nothing and everything.
Beauty is happiness, sadness.
Beauty is life, memories.
Beauty is a tear, a smile.
Beauty is a storm, an ocean.
Beauty is music, silence.
Beauty is art.
Beauty is strange, unique
Beauty is blue, green, orange, brown, yellow, black,
white, beige, pink, red, violet, gold, silver, amber.
Big, small, short, tall, thin, giant.
Rough, soft, sharp, tender, scratchy.
But the most important meaning of being beautiful, is being true to yourself.
Cristina.

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"sick of beauty"
You took the time to 'walk around' this theme and your thoughts are deep.
As for the question, what is beauty, you yourself gave an answer and I think you are absolutely right!
It will make the outside just look nice
Tarde o temprano te das cuenta de que la perfección está en cada cosa que te sorprende, en cada hoja que pisas, está en perdonar rápidamente, en besar lentamente, en amar de verdad, en reír descontroladamente (xD), en no lamentar nada de lo que te hizo sonreír ...
Otros se empeñan en creer que la perfección no existe, porque la perfección debería de ser algo de todos ... Pero bueno ¿quien ha dicho eso? xD
Ser y sentirte libre para poder crear tu propia belleza, eso es lo que creo que es la perfección.
''Cada cosa tiene su belleza, pero no todos pueden verla.'' Confucio
Lo mejor es que cada punto de vista es único y se puede compartir, muchiiiisimas gracias por esta entrada tuya
Por cierto, me encanta tu galería. Es como una banda sonora de momentos, no puedo evitar escuchar esto cada vez que subes una ''Deviation'' [link]
"But the most important meaning of being beautiful, is being true to yourself."
You gave me alot more to think about, Cristina. Muchisimas gracias por eso.