Doa Supaya Cantik Luar Dalam Novels & Stories

“It’s beauty, a kind of radiance. People who possess a true inner beauty, their eyes are a little brighter, their skin a little more dewy. They vibrate at a different frequency. love always Helen S

Panic crept into my voice as I searched for answers. Her lips trembled as she struggled to find the right words. “No,” she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... I know… I don’t look attractive anymore. I am sorry.” “What?” I yelled. My heart ached at the sound of her self-doubt. I gently cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs wiping away the tears that escaped. “Aarya, listen to me,” I spoke with conviction, my eyes locked with hers. “You are the embodiment of beauty, inside and out. Your attractiveness goes far beyond physical appearance. It’s your strength, kindness, love, and spirit that makes you irresistible to me.”

Don't scare your angel again' I calmed my mind. "Shut up Sanaya! She is more beautiful than you, both in and out. You know what Sanaya? Beauty lies behind the eyes of the beholder. Interior beauty is that beauty which shows our internal character, our moral values, ethics and cultures, whereas outer beauty is that beauty which is pleasing to other eyes. Inner beauty is to know the strengths and live with them, which results in confidence. Outer beauty is something one is born with, while inner beauty is a gift to one self. We may not be able to see inner beauty in a person, but we can definitely feel it. A person with inner beauty can touch the people around her, and I'm very lucky to have m

"Since when I was little my cousins used to call me ugly. Even in school, my own friends call me ugly too most especially Yasmin and Maryam. And I hated it with passion. It made me restless and self conscious. And then when someone calls me beautiful, I wonder whether the person is telling the truth or just trying to mess up with my head. I can't point a finger at who's telling the truth or not. Sometimes I feel like crying but I just keep it to myself or write it in my diary and tell myself that am ugly, so nobody's going to like me." Ismail just couldn't contain his laugher but he put on a brave face and marched over to her. He held her hand and sat her down on the bed. "No one is allowed

"Do you think I’m beautiful?" "Of course you are," I began, but she turned away. "What am I even saying? Look at me. That’s why he’ll never like me. I’ve tried everything—perfect breakfasts, lunches, even this ridiculous gold dress, just to impress him." "Don’t say that," I told her softly. "You’re beautiful the way you are. Makeup doesn’t create beauty; it just decorates what’s already there. It’s the inner light that shines through — the one that really matters."