surviving the storm

underrated best friend

What is beauty I ask, does beauty rely skin deep under the surface of who you really are? Can it be found in an magazine where all the pretty models sit and poise? Or maybe it lives within the Rocky Mountains and sunset skies New Jersey has to offer? What is beauty, I asked. Well, beauty comes in all shapes and forms, it has no race, no type, no time, it's something that relies that on your heart that takes your breath away once you admire it. In a world so dark and gloomy it's hard to find beauty, beauty in one self, beauty in ones art and likes, and the world quickly overshadows this beauty we see. But I always found beauty in my mom. The way her gentle voice soothes anyone in a heart beat, her lumpsious locks of thick hair who never fail to make an appearance, the smell of her cooking making you eager to see what she's making and the heart of gold was the thing that completed the whole package. You see my mom is a beautiful woman but I don't need to say that in order to prove that she is beautiful. Her beauty comes from within and radiates eveywhere. She's strong, courages, patient, not going to take anyone's shit yet could be soft as a feather. There is no one in this world better than my mom.