God, bless me with beauty................

What is beauty? Is the question that I always face.Since my childhood I saw people saying "you look really pretty" and some point at my defects.I always measured my beauty based on the compliments and comments that I get from people.So naturally, my position on the ' beauty meter' often fluctuated.A frame of reference to enhance my beauty was heroins in movies.Given my ability to imitate others, I always tried to imitate heroins and I could do that.Thanks to my mom for not allowing me to use any cosmetics at that young age,or else I would have ended up by spoiling my skin.
I felt really happy for my beauty when someone praises it,and of course sad when someone comments .The latter having more impact on me.This screwed up my business.Then it happened to me to know about these people:

They transformed my way of looking at things.The very meaning of beauty got redefined. I remembered my mom telling me that" Beauty is not all about looks ,one day that will perish.But the beauty of heart is immortal".I found some peace in my heart. From then I stopped bothering about others comments and compliments.I started liking myself,I appreciated my maturity.
Here I am not advocating to be dumb without enhancing looks.Looks are necessary but they are not everything.Life and Beauty have bigger meaning.Let not your defects stand as obstacles in your "great journey of life".Ponder on it!!!!

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