Who are you to tell me what beauty is?
Did you create it?
No.
So you don't truly understand it.
That therefore makes you unqualified to tell me how to look, act, think, and live.
I'm tired of playing your games.
I only need One to tell me what true beauty is.
He formed the stars in the sky, the colors of the world.
He painted the sunset and tells the waves of the ocean to crash at just the right moment.
He gave the flowers life and told them to stand.
He is the Creator of all these magnificent things.
And yet, He sees me and calls me more precious, more beautiful.
To Him, I don't lack beauty. When I feel like I do, it's because I give into the lies you tell.
And I don't need those lies. I only need Him.
-A letter to Society
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