Well, I was one of those in the blabber-crowd of what beauty is, until I met her. I won't mention her name for personal reasons. She was comely. In fact, she was plain and simple. Her appearance was comely, to say the least. Her dressing was, well, decent. Not fancy, just decent. Her hair wasn't so well done, in fact it looked like it was combed really hurriedly. Make-up really isn't her thing, so she didn't wear any.
I saw her as some average person, until I interacted with her. Her warmth was like nobody I met. She was so welcoming, and made me feel like I've been her friend for ever. She talked with such acceptance and humility, I couldn't believe. Her humility was (almost) out of this world. Her smile, well, was a smile indeed. She loves to laugh, and her laugh was so hearty, nothing about it was forced or fake. She really loves to hug, so she keeps on hugging and hugging. She really was, one in a million.
Being with her made me realize something - a beautiful person is one who makes you beautiful, no matter how they look like. The looks, and impression, and all that hoolabaloo may matter, but truth is, you're always drawn to someone you feel comfortable and beautiful around, no matter how weird or ugly your mirror claims you to be.
Having that in mind, I'm off to look for more beautiful people - those that make me feel loved, appreciated and accepted, pimples and all.
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