I am beautiful. You are beautiful. We are beautiful. Inside and out, you are beautiful. Eyes are the windows to one's soul and with these windows we peak into the beautiful souls of others. We might struggle to speak on the beauty we see merely for the fact that our own beauty isn't something we've found yet. The discovery of your own beauty is something so joyous. So satisfying. So astounding that you could run to a rooftop and scream at the top of your lungs "I AM BEAUTIFUL!" Or even so precious that you smile to yourself and keep it within you, for you have found inner peace. Whatever you decide to do with the realization of your inner and outer beauty does not matter. As long as you NEVER forget that you are beautiful.
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Other people's happiness is my own happiness.
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