Doesn't come from make-up. It's not an age, or a dress size or a glowing complexion or shiny adornments. It doesn't come from her social circle or her career or her romantic relationships. It doesn't come from people telling her she's beautiful. A woman's beauty comes from realizing it. Herself.
That is the journey: casting aside the culture-conditioned ego that tells the woman she should look like everyone else; that the next woman over has something she doesn't, that if she dropped a size or changed her hair she'd be beautiful... The journey is casting aside that paradigm to realize her uniquely beautiful, strong, bad ass self already dwelling within her own heart.
A woman's beauty is what she gives to the world; it's whatever she deems beautiful, it's whatever gives her joy. It's her head held high. It's her open heart; it's her courage. It's her honesty. It's her humility. It's her carefree laugh with her head thrown back. Beauty is when she listens. It's her presence: when she is present in the moment and courageously accepting it for what it is - no expectations, no worries. A woman's beauty comes from letting go... letting go of trying to be beautiful... and relaxing into being beautiful. It comes from her acceptance of herself, and her rejection of anyone or anything that's ever told her to be anything different, anything other than who she is.
A woman's beauty is not something that can be attained, or bought; it's not a destination. It's not something you strive for; it's something you accept.
