Novel & Cerita Beautiful People Dont Just Happen

i sigh "It's beautiful" she whispered But as beautiful as you. Kyle damnn...where did that come from? "So..don't get mad,but i took a photo of you,unaware" "You what!???" She screamed "Well yeah...you looked so cute in it as well" "Let me see" she ordered I showed her the picture and she looked impressed "your phone camera is really good for pictures" "A picture is only as good as the model" and i saw her face get flushed

“Remember when we went boat riding?” “Yeah. Why?” “I never had fun in a long time, and you were just gorgeous, but having a constant hard-on and you in yellow swimsuits didn’t just help my case.” “I’m still in yellow swimsuits, but with a growing belly, and soon will have stretchmarks all over my tummy, my thighs, my ass, and my boobs. Not beautiful anymore.” I let go of a shaky sigh. I paid attention to her shoulders. “You will always be beautiful even with imperfections. You will always be beautiful with the marks of your sacrifices of bearing our child. I will never disregard that.”

"That is... is it lipstick?!" "Oh my!" The crowd was making noise for the young lady that will follow the man, her beautiful hand and then a slender arm came to the view as her gorgeous pair of feet came to the view. However, the woman that they were expecting was not there, instead, a rare beauty, almost breathtaking took Dion's hand and walked forward. "Who... who is that?" "Oh my... she is so beautiful. Is she an actress?" "No, I don't think so, with that face, I would have recognized her."

Suddenly, Darwin thought of what she said earlier during the day. "I am beautiful, in good shape, and have a good personality. Isn't it abnormal to attract people?" she had said.

Sherman smiled, nodded, and told Kingsley to drive carefully. In fact, Sherman was very lively and beautiful... After Sherman hanging up the phone, Grace said, "I read some beautiful words from a book. No woman can win a man's respect only by her beauty. No woman can win a man's admiration without adornment. No woman can be young and beautiful forever. A smart woman always knows how to take care of herself and improve herself. There is no natural beauty in a woman, but only efforts work on her. To possess beauty is not to please others. It is to respect yourself, because you are more important than you think..."

"Why do you think that?" She looked up at me "I travel a lot, and he's a celebrity. I've seen what the tabloids are saying about him. He takes pictures of beautiful tall models and my insecurity just can't. Unlike me with my freckled skin and red hair, they look flawless. I have freckles everywhere and I'm short. I'm not pretty enough." A tear rolled down her cheek. "Hey don't think that way.," I said, gently wiping away her tear. "Val is with you because he cares for you, not because of how you look. Remember, beauty is subjective, and what one person finds attractive may not be the same for someone else."

Both Eric and Ember raised their eyebrows at that. “Models are people who wear pretty clothes and look nice for others, aren’t they?” Eric asked. He glanced at Castor, who nodded subtly, before he looked back at me. “If you want to look nice for others, then why would you be so thin?” “It’s…” I hesitated, chewing the inside of my cheek. It wasn’t a simple thing to explain to people who didn’t understand our ways. Finally I said, “It’s a beauty standard.” Eric huffed. “Beauty…” He shook his head. “Being too thin is not ‘beautiful’. It makes you look weak.”

It’s no lie that every girl must go through a vetting process to be part of the group. It’s like each girl is chosen based on how high they are on the beauty scale. They have to be popular and they usually come from well of families. I don’t feature in any of those categories. I’m not saying I’m ugly but society wouldn’t count me as the it girl. “I’m good, you don’t have to give me a pep talk. I’m good.” I say and she looks at me sad. “I didn’t mean to make you sad.” She says touching my arm gently.

Maybe even less. But it's not good to judge someone by their outward appearance because, in this world that has almost been like hell, the beauty of the heart is more important than the outward appearance. Because basically, beauty is a relative thing. Someone can be considered beautiful by some people, and some are not. It is just based on different perspectives. All women in this world are equally born in the same circumstances from their mother's womb. Distinguishing who is beautiful and who is not is the stupidest thing born of the old-fashioned thinking of uncivilized society. It will only insult the Creator who has given them life in this world.

The flower, once a symbol of the pain of being overlooked, now felt like a connection to someone who truly saw her. At that moment, Mandisa reflected on Hailey's words. Beauty was not defined solely by fair skin or conventional standards; it transcended color and form. It was about strength, resilience, and the light within a person. Mandisa thought of all the scars she bore, not just on her body but on her spirit as well. Each mark told a story of survival and tenacity. As she held the flower close, she realized that true beauty comes from embracing one's own story, flaws, and all. It was in the quiet strength that radiates from within, in the kindness shown to others, and in the ability to