There
is no woman
who walks this earth
that
needs to wear makeup.
There
is no skin that is flawed.
No
feature out of place.
Shape
and contour
are
never less than
only full of grace.
A
woman is. The. Most. Magnificent.
Of
all that is created.
Stress
and pain
may
sometimes
be injected
into
the surface of the skin
but
even then
kinetic
energy
transforms
gives
way
in
the end
to
the softness that remains.
A tender heart
always lives underneath.
Open arms
are ready to enfold you.
Gentle
eyes wait
on
the inside.
A Soul
holds
the power
of
ocean waves.
The
weight of the world
can wear anyone away
but
it is the change
the
journey brings
that pulls the loveliness
out
within each she.
The
strength of a jaw
next to the wisp of an eyelash.
The
soft of a cheek
turning into twisting
tendons
that
run down a long neck.
Circles of hair
playing peekaboo
with spirals of ears.
Silent endless depths
about which
pupils speak.
Waltzing circles
that
each pair of lips
glides
through
with
involuntary choreography.
How
shameful it is.
What a crime is committed
when the
truth of beauty is distorted
by
the thought that
ANY
of it
should ever need
improvement.
To
be covered.
Not seen
in
the clearest daylight.
In
its fullness,
its
authenticity,
its priceless nakedness,
In the details of the life being lived.
Sorrow
wells up at the thought
of not knowing by heart
where all of the skin spots have
grown
over the years
and exactly how the smile lines
connect with the crows
feet
when my absolutely, stunningly, gorgeous grandmother
sees me
and
tells me
Every
Single
Time
that I am beautiful.
that I am beautiful.
I
wish for every woman
to know
that
joy.
I
wish for every woman
to feel
that
love.
Maybe
then
Every
woman would know
that
there is nothing
they need
to make up for.
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