Beauty

Beauty is all about elegance, charm, attractiveness, loveliness and
wonderful "look at me" looks.
Beauty makes you take in a quick, short breath and stare rudely until
your eyes pop out.
Beauty would have to be one of the most sought after and most expensive
attributes in the world. Everyone wants it, only few have it. Yes,
Beauty is selfish, only given to the chosen ones, leaving us others in
the dark side of its radiant beams.

Yet, "Beauty is only skin deep" "It's what's inside that counts" is
what is often told to frustrated teenagers by their "ever friendly"
parents who "know the ways of the world." Ha! That type of Beauty
parents refer to is just the fake kind - the kind that walks down most
catwalks, the kind that is plastered on every American (or other) Prom
Queen's face, the kind that you can buy in this modern world! That
isn't True Beauty. That isn't the Beauty that defines the word one sees
in the dictionary.

Beauty, True Beauty, is what makes life worth living.

In the holidays, on Sunday the 11th of April (1999, I was 14), I was
lucky enough to experience a special kind of beauty that only few could
relate to.
She was quite tall, just under 167.5cm, dark, and, well not exactly
handsome - Stunning. Her mother was a True Beauty and she had inherited
it all. In fact, her whole family had the name "Beauty" attached to it
in some way or another.
I'd seen her before, around others, but on her own - My! Was she a
looker!!
I kept on doing one of those rude eye-popping stares, I couldn't help
it, she was a babe and a half!!

Her deep, brown, thoughtful eyes, her perfectly shaped face even down
to her delicate, soft nose. That silky brown hair that gently blew in
the Autumn breeze with it's sun-kissed tips a colour no hair dye could
ever compete with. Her slim body, all tied together by powerful muscles
that quivered at the softest touch. Those long, slim, athletic brown
legs that went on for miles and miles, and oh, those perfectly shaped
feet, all four of them.
No, she wasn't a supermodel; she was a horse.

Beauty was her name, good looks were her game.

She was to be mine! My very own slice of the elusive cake of "Beauty."
My very own original oil masterpiece to admire as often as I liked. It
was my turn to experience the jealous stares of "ordinary" people. All
of this magical True Beauty was to be my very own! Well, right up until
the last hour before we got her&;#8230; However, I shall stop myself
short, anything after "before we got her" would come under a different
title, perhaps "The Worst Day of My Life" or "Mankind's Essential
Illness" even. Anyway, it certainly would not come under
"Beauty"!!

What I am trying to show is that True Beauty is in many forms around
us, beautiful views, countries, people, foods, gifts, animals (a horse
in this case) and more. Without it, the world would be a dark and
gloomy place and we, as humans, would just be living and not
experiencing the joys of life. Although my dream of owning an
everlasting beauty didn't quite come true, I'm glad I was able to
experience just a slice of it. Beauty is all around us - we just have
to sit back and admire the view.