It is interesting as I age how much I realize the value that is hidden beneath the skin.
It matters not how many wrinkles I have to a baby who needs a hug.
The sad, homeless man may comment on my “beauty” but if I don’t bring him lunch he will still be hungry.
My mode of dress will not stop the killing of innocent children in Sudan.
My fragrant perfume will not prevent a puppy from getting kicked or a kitty from being drowned.
We have become far too infatuated with things which are temporal and have neglected items of eternal worth.
I look at the Kardashians and pity them. They know not what real beauty is.