Beauty is against all odds marrying your high school sweetheart, and is shown through symbolic occurrences; looking deeply into a spouses eyes as one recites meaningful vows to the other on their wedding day is beautiful. Achieving goals and aspirations vigorously chased, after years of hard work is beauty. Even growing old, as reluctant as many may be to age is beautiful. Wrinkles do not show flaws; wrinkles show experiences through a long and eventful adventure of life. Death has beauty as well. The beauty in death is not shown through the deceased but through the living; as tears are shed stories of beautiful life are remembered and relived and never forgotten. Beauty is not searing hot plates of metal slowly diminishing the quality of a desperate womans hair as she strives to reach todays beauty standards. Beauty is not a size two even though it is constantly sought after by already beautiful beings; malnourished and hollow men and women walk this earth setting such standards go through life threatening processes to achieve this beautiful figure. But that is not beauty.
Nor is hours of life wasted, sitting in front of a mirror, carefully applying foundation to cover blemishes, eyeliner to achieve the desired shape and lipstick to give a subtle sexiness to appeal the eye. Beauty is not weeks of pain after a costly surgery to fix what was naturally given; plastic cannot be substitute to something so naturally beautiful as a body gifted by parents. Beauty is not defined by the cost of the Loui Vuitton shoes that a frighteningly skinny runway model showcases as she struts down the catwalk. Beauty, not easily defined is a loving spirit that ends with a fulfilled life. Starting from the miracle of birth to the inevitable death beauty flows freely. Beauty is not achieved simply by aesthetics, but by caring hearts and truly content beings. When beauty is found without designer shoes and make-up rituals is when one finally understands the definition of true beauty.