Why has physical beauty become the main focus, when it is the soul that matters most ?

Why am I expected to paint a perfect outer, when my inner is my finest work ?

The thing about the physical is, it has no guarantee, but the soul will forever bloom like freshly grown flowers the older it gets.

Beauty is not your make-up.
Beauty is not your fake eye-lashes.
Beauty is not your fake nails.

Beauty is the flowers that you water on the inside with your love and compassion, soiled by the personality that is genuine to your identity.