The beauty in me is not what is seen from the outside but hidden inside where no naked eye can reach. This beauty makes me virtuous, strong and makes feel brave enough to walk away from any kind of situation that may come my way as a woman. The beauty in me is not defined by the colour of my skin but by the words from my lips.
In the beginning, God created every human being with a beauty that cannot be seen from the outside but within a person. This beauty helps me know where I came from and makes me proud of being the person I am today. The beauty in me is the one that reveals my skills and capabilities that I am able to do in life and the talent I have. I might not be totally perfect from the outside but the beauty in me can never be compared by anything as it is priceless.
The immaculate heart that I have as a woman is neither measurable nor is it rewarded by my willingness to show weakness or allow myself to be walked over by my fears. It’s the beauty in me that strengthens me to overcome those fears and makes me be the person I am and always wanted to be. Even when things do not seem okay in my past, l still persevere and not give up easily.
The beauty inside me is stronger than ever, it makes me feel superior about myself and boosts my confidence. It never makes me feel like I want to regret being who I am in any way at all. A virtuous woman is strong and her strength is her covering from both the inside and out. She opens her mouth with wisdom and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She brings life to the world.
As a woman, you may come across many difficulties like being abused, bearing children and facing many other life threatening situations that are unspeakable and unbelievable. But through thick and thin she fends for her children to provide them love and care. There comes a time she feels like she is being stripped off her covering of strength and dignity but at the end, the beauty in her mends all the broken pieces of that immaculate heart back together again. She try as much as she can to make ends meet, she consider surrounding people more than herself therefore, putting on smiles whilst behind the smiles one worries.
I am more precious than jewels, strong like the ships of the merchant and I carry a beauty that is magnificently superb. My radiant smile emits warmth and a vow is written in the rows of my teeth. In my arms, every child finds home. The intensity of the beauty in me fights all the poisoned words meant to shake my ground. On my hunched shoulders lies the weight of all the times I had to fight for my right to be alive, lying in the cold, my life slowly bleeds on the hard floor. It’s only the matter of time when my beauty raises me up again.
The words that come out of my mouth tell a story of the person I am from the inside. A story only I could retell and a secret to all that means to live a meaningful life. The beauty in me reveals a path for me in life and helps me to conquer the obstacles trying to cover my way in this rusty world.
The beauty in me serves as an emblem to all women out there. Born in a patriarchal system, where men dominate, a woman has an inferior position but I stand by myself with the beauty in me. Men might seem important, but women are the pillars for the family. That is the beauty in me and in woman as a whole.