Outer Beauty; Deep As Skin And Just As Thin
Him
He knew it was stupid to care, stupid to be intrigued by a simple little phrase. As if it wasn’t stupid enough, he didn’t find it in a book or a movie or whatever. No, he saw it on a freaking bumper sticker. Yeah, a bumper sticker. How many guys even fucking looked at those things?
Not only was it a saying on a bumper sticker, but it had absolutely nothing to do with him at all. At all. It was about inner beauty and that shit.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
He was pretty sure just about every guy he knew would just roll their eyes and say some ugly fat chick was driving the car. But he felt something, something so … ugh! He wasn’t even sure if there was a word for it.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
He saw it around a lot. Actually, just about every morning driving to the restaurant where he had his part-time job. It had been that way since the summer started…
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
It sort of freaked him out, but at the same time it gave him faith. Yes, faith. It’s not like he was the guy who cared about the way he looked or dieted. He was a lucky one; born trim and athletic. But that was besides the point. It didn’t give him faith in his looks, rather faith that there were people out there who weren’t concerned about the outside.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
That’s why he never decided to look at the driver. It was really, really stupid, that much he knew. But he was scared, scared that maybe the driver was just plain and wanted to make herself feel better. Someone who didn’t care because she didn’t have it to begin with. It was shallow, he knew, but he wanted her to be beautiful. He wanted her to be gorgeous, to prove that even those who are attractive don’t always care about looks.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
There were so many ways to prove this. But here he was, depending on a bumper sticker. Wow.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
What the hell was he doing? He was scared of a freaking bumper sticker? How about not?
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
He switched on his turn signal, going into the middle lane. Speeding up a couple miles, he was able to catch a quick glimpse of the mystery driver. He had a feeling in his gut that she was just scenario A; a girl trying to make herself feel better.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
Well, he was wrong. Dead wrong.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
She was beautiful.
Outer beauty; deep as skin…
Even though he had a girlfriend, he probably would’ve honked at her and did a little ‘call me’ gimmick.
But the harrowing expression on her porcelain features made him do otherwise.
All he wanted to do at that moment was speed up until he was one hundred miles away from her broken eyes.
...and just as thin.
Not only was it a saying on a bumper sticker, but it had absolutely nothing to do with him at all. At all. It was about inner beauty and that shit.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
He was pretty sure just about every guy he knew would just roll their eyes and say some ugly fat chick was driving the car. But he felt something, something so … ugh! He wasn’t even sure if there was a word for it.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
He saw it around a lot. Actually, just about every morning driving to the restaurant where he had his part-time job. It had been that way since the summer started…
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
It sort of freaked him out, but at the same time it gave him faith. Yes, faith. It’s not like he was the guy who cared about the way he looked or dieted. He was a lucky one; born trim and athletic. But that was besides the point. It didn’t give him faith in his looks, rather faith that there were people out there who weren’t concerned about the outside.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
That’s why he never decided to look at the driver. It was really, really stupid, that much he knew. But he was scared, scared that maybe the driver was just plain and wanted to make herself feel better. Someone who didn’t care because she didn’t have it to begin with. It was shallow, he knew, but he wanted her to be beautiful. He wanted her to be gorgeous, to prove that even those who are attractive don’t always care about looks.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
There were so many ways to prove this. But here he was, depending on a bumper sticker. Wow.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
What the hell was he doing? He was scared of a freaking bumper sticker? How about not?
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
He switched on his turn signal, going into the middle lane. Speeding up a couple miles, he was able to catch a quick glimpse of the mystery driver. He had a feeling in his gut that she was just scenario A; a girl trying to make herself feel better.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
Well, he was wrong. Dead wrong.
Outer beauty; deep as skin, and just as thin.
She was beautiful.
Outer beauty; deep as skin…
Even though he had a girlfriend, he probably would’ve honked at her and did a little ‘call me’ gimmick.
But the harrowing expression on her porcelain features made him do otherwise.
All he wanted to do at that moment was speed up until he was one hundred miles away from her broken eyes.
...and just as thin.