What is beauty?

For me rain, high mountains or a mother holding her arms open to her child, a clear sky and a sky full of stars mean beauty.

The beauty you cannot maintain neither control for your own view of perfection. The beauty lays in the insanity to stay what is no matter what and how the world affects or attempt to change it.

Untouched purity carries out most affection in us, like a home baked cake raise our senses of curiosity. 

The real attraction is not in the perfection it’s in the flaws, to be brave not to be alike. 
Our scars speak the story so the personality shine through the cracks in the glass.

Covering your flaws, painting your wands is destructing and denying the self to be happy. Not accepting what you were given might blind the eyes to see true beauty not only in yourself but also in others.