Beautiful People

Uno-One.

Belle

As Plato once said, "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder".

Most people say beauty is...objective, in a word.

At least that's what people say.

In a world like mine. In a world like ours, beauty is only but three things.

Physique, wealth and success.

Now now, I know you're probably saying something like "Money is the root of all evil", "Beauty is skin deep", "All that matters is what's inside a person's heart."

Well as we say in French, "C'est un tas de conneries"

That's a load of bullshit.

In a perfect barbie style world where everyone was born beautiful with great bodies and perfect hairlines, where there was no world poverty and hunger and balant discrimination interms of race, gender or wealth well then sure.

Those statements you just said would've probably been in history books.

But that's not the world we live in. That's not the world I live in.

I am Belle Rosseau. And I folks, am that exact definition of beautiful.

I live in Paris, France. Fashion capital of the world. My parents are Andrea and Jade Rosseau, past world famous models now retired successful CEO's of the world-wide famous fashion line Désir rouge. My brother Beau Rosseau is a high demand world wide model and the face of our company here in Paris.

Sounds too good to be true right?, like something out of one of those cliche romance novels where the characters are irresistibly good looking and everything is laid out not too good but not too bad to give a heartwarming perfect illusion of a fairytale romance?

Yeah, well I told you my life was beautiful.

And as for me, I'm a model too. One of the most successful female models in Paris. I haven't branched out more like Beau because I've never really liked to. So most people outside of France don't know me like Beau.

But that hasn't stopped me from being famous. From every billboard, to every poster, to every t-shirt. My face, my name, my beauty.

I wouldn't be surprised if they had it on a latte.

P.S,Not tryna brag just saying things as they are.

So yeah, you're now probably saying "Of course I'm saying my definition of beauty due to how I live because it's fan-fucking-tastic"

Thank you, by the way.

But whether my life was or wasn't like this, beauty is still the definition of what I said.

I just got a lucky draw.

As Rosseau in French means 'red-haired', we are a family of red heads. I'm 5'7", with light emerald eyes and long silky locks of vermilion red hair that cascaded over my soft and taut back to a thin,delicate and slender waist. My breasts were sweet bare, slightly small but plump and I had a soft and flat stomach. This was followed by curved, sensuous and sleek calves and thighs and soft and dainty feet. My hands were long, soft and slender and my fingers rosy slender,steady and gentle.

I had it all. For a while though. Before that stupid accident.

Now don't get me wrong, I haven't gotten some fatal tragic accident that's caused me to be disfigured facially or caused us financial ruin.

No, I'm still beautiful and wealthy and successful. But I can't enjoy it.

Now that's sound a bit whiny and selfish of me to be complaining while there haven't been any real consequences.