My Definition of Beauty

I had the pleasure of meeting someone recently and when you look at him you would think wow, he has it all going on for him. I looked at him and thought wowza he dresses well, the queens language just seemed to roll out of his tongue with ease and I just thought man oh man this guy has life all figured out! And it just hit me how I had all of a sudden defined this guy by how he had appeared or better yet by the persona he had shown me. I have become that person who seems to define people according to what I see and how I feel about them.

And yet you know what?  It’s not the clothes one wears, even for me it’s not the way I do up my hair and it is definitely not the way I walk or talk and it’s not the house that I live in that defines me. It’s not about the company I do or do not keep, my career does not define me, my education does not say the least about me. The places you see me in do not mean a thing despite the fact that you think they give you an idea about me.

If you were to ask me what defines me I would say my struggles, my pain, the heartaches, the tears, the sadness make me. It’s the joys I have experienced, the happy times I have had that make me have a different perspective to life, I have learnt to appreciate every minute. The things I have gone through with the people around me have helped me to appreciate them cause I realise that every single person is important and given a chance they can play a very important role in the story of your life.

The experiences that we go through define us, they can either make you a callous person or they can make you a very sincere and caring person. For example some people who grow up without the privilege of having much tend to either be very careless when they eventually do have or they tend to be stingy and do not want other people to have it the easy way and want everyone else around them to struggle and go through a difficult time like they did or they can be the most generous people you have ever met because they understand. It is so easy to judge someone by just looking at them and come up with all sorts-of-only-God-knows-kind-of-conclusions.  At times you have to take a footstep in ones shoes to feel the weight of it. Unless you have actually been the heel on ones shoe, don’t try to measure the distance they have walked.

I personally will not allow society to sculpt me till I lose my own identity,  I will not become what others want me to become. We should not allow peoples stereotypes to classify and define us. I think that every person should be free to express themselves the way that they want, the way they see fitting. Why does the world have to determine what I look like and define my beautiful.

I am too original to be defined and that’s my definition of beauty….

Don’t confine me and try to make me look like you because chances of me looking or wanting to look like you are just non existent.

Let your beauty speak