I rarely wear makeup even when my skin is broken out. I do not want to mask it. I am aging and time is passing. I know I have wrinkles and my youth is passing. That is fine by me. The person that I feel is me is all I need.
Can they see? Beauty is not in mascara or even in a well lined lip. I have known since I was young that my youth is not to be won. What is left that I leave behind? I want it to be a smile that left impressions on hearts.
I have been fighting my own denial of beauty. It is not in my hands or my feet. It is in words written through ears that hear. I hope that beauty that is noted isn’t beauty at all. Let it be that character that strengthens on.