i don't think that people are beautiful, whether it be on the inside or the out — rather, i believe that people have beautiful moments, like when their eyes light up whilst talking about their dreams and their passions or when they are so genuinely happy that it even makes you smile or when their heart skips a beat when they realize they're in love for the first time and the corners of their mouth automatically tug upwards because it's such a good feeling
people are so caught up with aesthetics and trying to be someone else's idea of beautiful that they're passing up chances to be and feel beautiful every single day and i think that's disappointing.
this is more of a thought than a poem but i wanted to put it out there