The shape of Beauty

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?

I’ve always asked myself what „being beautiful” means. I’ve looked myself in the mirror and all I could see was what everyone else has – a body: flesh and blood, some particular features, but nothing extraordinary.

Blue-green eyes, curly hair, athletic figure. So what?! Is there a pattern for Beauty?

They always told me I was beautiful, but I wonder what was the thought that crossed their mind while saying so: were they talking about my figure or was it my attitude the one that misled them into seeing beauty?

Somehow I always felt that beauty comes from within, as each and every person is so different and unique in a wonderful way. We are born with our own individuality and somehow, along the way, it isn’t enough anymore. We feel forced by the society in which we live to transform ourselves and become one more piece within a puzzle we cannot control. We adapt our skills and capabilities to fit perfectly and not stand out! I’m still trying to figure it out why do we see this behaviour as the right path…

“Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself!” (Coco Chanel) 


“Her beauty raged with a fire that even the demons wouldn’t dare to touch!” (Hugh Cofty)

The expression had frozen on her face, but her eyes shined brighter than ever. Her thoughts were wondering around, as her hand slipped through her hair. The mirror reflected a war inside of her: light and darkness fought on the grounds of her personality and  her eyes were the gate to the Real World.

The change within herself began to take shape when her lips gave birth to a smile filled with satisfaction!

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