Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me, beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee from since when you fell as a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn't let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when alarm rings in the morning. It is the melted make up in the shower next morning, it is the laughter when you make a joke and you're the only one who understands it. Beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, its when you cry for all your paranoia, beauty is the line marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside. Beauty is the marks life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leaves us. It is letting yourself live.