Beauty

She looked in the mirror.
I'm ugly, just ugly.
I will never be beautiful.
I hate that word.
"Beautiful"
Is what she told herself time and time again.
What does it even mean?
Truly, no one is beautiful.
No one is flawless.
Yet we try every day to make it seem so.
She looked in the mirror again.
So many flaws, so many imperfections.
But maybe, all of people's
Not being so perfect,
Is what makes them truly beautiful.
"Beautiful" She whispered.
How she loved that word.