To Be The Beautiful You 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

~ ~ She has dreams to be an envy, so she's starving You know, covergirls eat nothing She says, beauty is pain and there's beauty in everything What's a little bit of hunger? I could go a little while longer, she fades away She don't see her perfect She don't understand she's worth it Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface Oh-oh, oh-oh So to all the girls that's hurting Let me be your mirror Help you see a little bit clearer The light that shines within There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing

Now I would do anything to trade this for intensity. I searched my head frantically for something nice and cheesy. Something from all the romantic short stories I'd been stuffing my brain with. "Um... Just be you. Have you ever heard of the phrase: Be-You-Tiful?" "No." It was my turn to give a smile, "Great. Let's try that. Maybe that's what you've been missing. Maybe that's what he wants to see. Maybe all it takes is for you to just show him that you're quite confident in who you are."

I’m an epitome of beauty… I know if you see me right now, you will also have that look on your face, be it girl or boy… I’m just too pretty..

It's beautiful life Forever I'll stay by your side It's beautiful life Always standing right behind you Beautiful love Cause we're standing under the same sky Even though we are worlds apart Beautiful life Beautiful day Though I am only living in memories Beautiful life Beautiful day Won't you let me inside your heart Beautiful my love Beautiful your heart It's beautiful life It's beautiful life It's a beautiful life Is it forever you and I It's a beautiful life I hope we'll never say goodbye, no Beautiful love Your tears, your smile, it completes me And always will until the end of time It's beautiful life Beautiful day I've never felt like this, it's crazy Beautiful life Beautiful day I wi

I closed my eyes, and remembering the words Camilla taught me earlier today, I chanted them under my breath. “Mother Selene, I call upon you for the gift of magic. Allow me to wield my powers in Your name.” Around me, a series of gasps erupted, and when I opened my eyes, I saw everyone staring at me in awe. They didn’t seem afraid at all, and through the Alpha’s eyes, I saw myself. I saw how spectacular I looked with the bronze of my face shining brighter than ever with the brilliant white of my hair having reached my waist. My lips were perfectly red, as if I’d applied lipstick on them, and the reflection of my eyes was as white as my fingernails.

“Don’t do anything except make yourself pretty. Men will not leave you if you are beautiful. All you should do is make yourself pretty as always.” “Daddy left you, Mommy. Does that mean you’re not beautiful?”

“No! Ew!” “‘That caffeine will age you, baby girl, mark my word! You’re such a beauty now. And young. Oh, to be young again… To have your figure, your skin. I’d take good care if I were you, I would. Unfortunately, men notice the package first, you know.’” In spite of her nagging, warmth laced Serena’s words. “You’re still a beauty, Mom. You’re still gorgeous. I know Dad thinks so. You’ll always be his Little Dove.”

1954. “Stand up straight,” My mother breathes the words to me under her breath and her fingers reach out and pinch me where others will not notice. I no longer whimper when she does it. “Do not forget to smile.” It is not a reassurance- it is a warning. A warning to be perfect. I practice at night, pulling my lips into the wide grin she favors. I practice the pitch and tone of my voice as I dutifully extend my hand and repeat over and over ‘Hello, it is nice to meet you’ and ‘I am Rosalie Anderson, it is nice to meet you.’ I practice until I am practically blue in the face and when I sleep I no longer know who I am. If I am Rosalie Anderson, the girl who does not like her mother. The girl wh

"Yes?" "Turn around..." She was still with her back to the camera, and even if he was really grateful by the image of her beautiful legs and her round behind that it was easily seen through the light shirt, he wanted to see her face. "Thea... please?" That voice was a foul, it was gentle and soft. Thea had to close her eyes to taste it slowly before she turned around. "I want to give it to you, will you wear it?" She smiled again, "okay... when... when is the party?"