Hell of a Lot More Than Skin Deep
When I call you beautiful, I am not looking at your face, except maybe for your eyes. I am not admiring your new manicure, your facial, your cute outfit, or how much you weigh. I am not admiring your skill with make up, your tasteful accessories, or the type of car you drive.
When I call you beautiful, it is because your soul shining through is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It is because I have seen your heart. It is because you move me in profound and majestic ways owing NOTHING to how you came out looking in this lifetime.