This I Believe

Quinn - Sarasota, Florida
Entered on February 14, 2007
Age Group: 18 - 30
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Beautiful Girl from Hell

Tall, with a Venus-like body, she bounces through the halls with her cheerleader legs in skimpy shorts. Her hair is a wavy mass of iridescent streamers following behind and rest against creamy golden brown skin. Her tropical sea blue orbs scan the scene to search out a face among the crowd to disassemble sweetly. Even as her lips part to welcome another soldier, pure acid pours forth from her black should poisoning all that surrounds her. I believe this apparition of womanhood could not be truly beautiful because her heart is spoiled and unkind; true beauty comes from within, and my mother always told me that no matter how beautiful I would be on the outside, if I was mean to others, I would be truly beautiful.

Words to live by, true beauty comes from within. I was once friends with many people whose beauty was only skin deep. Once I grasped the meaning of the words, I began to see with a clear eye. I saw the forlorn faces of the ones who were degraded and hurt by the words or actions of the people I hung out with. I saw the terrified eyes dart from left to right when they were being harassed by a much more exquisite specimen of homosapien. I remember the uncertainty in my heart and wondering if I was truly liked, or was it the attention of what I would bring to the group or what my mother would let us do. (Which wasn’t much) I believe that true beauty comes from within; I am no better than those I hung out with.

My compassion for the victims of the painful barbs and torture finally won out and I disassociated myself from the beasts. Long months passed before I was able to gain the trust of those who were hurt the most. But finally, after many friendly smiles and a slew of cordial conversations, those people turned to smile at me. They would call out my name in greeting and I was genuinely excited to talk to them, and hug them, and hang out with them. Their eyes went from either a dull and lifeless gaze or a blood thirsty showdown, to happy sparkling exuberance and confidence.

The rewards were two-fold. I felt better for having changed my behavior and attitude, and these new friends of mine felt better for having someone treat them kindly and with respect. I now know what true happiness is; true happiness is when you can be happy looking at the reflection in the mirror. True happiness is seeing loving smiles come from friends who value the person within the mold.

I cannot possibly say how many times I have been complimented on my physical looks, but I can say this; my physical being is average at best. Yet there is something in the eyes and in my mannerisms that make people want to be around me. Being happy inside allows me to be perceived in a positive light. People want to be around what makes them feel loved, appreciated, revered, and special. It’s a small effort to do this for people and the rewards are so great. I believe that true beauty comes from within.