There's beauty in all of her. In the way she throws her head back, covers the half moon her uneven lips creat. In the way she cries some nights, dies a little more in others, just to wake up and make everyone laugh and to make them feel wanted. In the way she has curves that illuminate in time and possibility.
She craves warm hands, cold glances cursing her very existence. She craves neck kisses, tummy tickles by hands that are long gone. She craves to be a final, golden chapter in a book void of any mistakes. There's beauty in that too.
She yearns to be free, a childlike innocence in the depths of hills and meadows in her fickle mind. Another beauty passing eyes never dare find.
There's beauty in everyone. No matter who you were or who you are now, you are beautiful and deserve the best any life could bring.