Today, I had the privilege of glimpsing a girl so strikingly beautiful that I found myself momentarily entranced by her allure. Her beauty was effortless, an enchanting sight that left me captivated.
As I gazed at her, a stream of thoughts inundated my mind, begging the question: does she perceive her own beauty? Or do the insecurities, traumas, and pain that we all carry cause a distorted self-image?
It occurred to me that, like butterflies, we are all inherently beautiful, though we may fail to recognize it.
Perhaps the girl I saw today did not realize the otherworldly beauty she possessed. It's possible that we are so preoccupied with admiring others that we forget to appreciate our own ethereal qualities. We often define beauty through superficial measures, such as comparing ourselves to photoshopped images and societal standards. But true beauty resides in the minute details that make us human - the way our lips curve when we smile or the sparkle in our eyes when we discuss something that excites us.
When was the last time you saw yourself for the remarkable, alluring, and breathtaking human being that you are?
