I didn’t notice much at first glance, she didn’t walk in with the presence of a diva, or have a super model stance…but she was beautiful…when I looked close enough to gauge to make up of her make up, I began to feel ashamed of—my own blindness.
Hey eyes were lined with kindness. Her cheeks ever rosy with love and laughter. Her lipstick— the simplistic benevolence of her character.

Beautiful! No make over, no glow up… All it took, was a deeper look, and her beauty would ALWAYS show up… I guess the eye of the beholder just had to grow up…



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