Beauty

There is this woman. I thought that she was beautiful. But, as I got to know her I found out that she was ugly. Not your traditional unattractiveness, she was ugly inside. The way she spoke, the manner in which she carried herself and the way she treated other people all added up as exhibits which present her clear ugliness.

Now, she is beautiful.
And, I am jealous. That is true.
But, I am beautiful inside. And, that I'd always rather be.

But, nonetheless
Why is this world so obsessed with the ways in which we look?
Because it would seem to me that is a very unsturdy way to live
Since primarily we change. As humans, we change. So there.
But also, of all the matter floating in space and all the questions and imponderables on earth, why does beauty matter?

i've come to a point in my life's cycle where my image is the least of my concerns (much to the dismay of my boyfriend). i actually happen to be beautiful on the outside. that is, i'm fit, young, pretty and good looking--i hold many of the standards for what is good--nice rack, cute butt, pretty face...blah blah..but, i don't much use it anymore. i just haven't much been interested in showing myself. i'm pissed i cut my hair. i was growing it for 5 years. then some idiot cheers me on and i take a pair of sissors and start chopping. i had no idea how upset it would make me.

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where does this go
my inner most thoughts
and my private feelings
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are you reading this?
let me know.