Beauty is confidence.
Beauty is jeans and a thermal, hair in a bun and still killing every other chick at the bar.
Beauty is a tank top and cotton panties, Target toenail polish, HEB wine and her spot is still the most desired in the city.
Beauty is a FB pic of her smile and it gets more likes than an Instigram pic of your favorite strippers ass.
Beauty is her sending you a frowning smiley face and you canceling plans because you know if you don’t cheer her up there are a hundred “friends” just waiting for you to screw up.
Beauty is struggling to find an idea to write about and a 5 minute call from her has you on page 22 an hour later.
Beauty is wanting to do better because you know her pretty ass deserves not only your best, but the best!
Beauty is watching her do the simplest shit. Wash dishes, read a book, laugh at a movie… And think, “what the hell was my life before her?”
Beauty is being happy because she’s happy even if her happy doesn’t include you.