What Is True Beauty

Many times in a woman’s life she has been told some sort compliment, may it be from words of confirmation such as “you are beautiful, pretty, smart or amazing”. They know them to be compliments but what is going on inside one’s head when told compliments? Can they truly believe what you are telling them and they nod and smile and say “Thank you” to make you not feel bad as a man or another being that gave that compliment. So the big question is, what is true beauty?

Beauty, the definition in the dictionary is “a combination of qualities”, but most people jump to the conclusion that beauty means everything on the outside, that’s wrong! It is not all about that, it is about the qualities of the person who carries the beauty with them. It may be a hard concept for men to understand but in more simple ways it is all about who the person is not what they look like. Society today thinks that beauty is about the most expensive makeup on wears and then also how its applied, if its super thick eye liner of someone who likes to listen to heavy metal to the “natural look” of a simple blonde girl who shops at forever 21. I have learned as growing up, one girl should not need to buy expensive clothes, and wear lots of makeup and spend an hour fixing her hair in the morning just to “feel” beautiful to someone else’s perspective. That girl that wears “hand-me-downs” and doesn’t even care about her hair when she rolls out of bed and even then she doesn’t even care to put on makeup.

The other part of the definition of beauty is “such as shape, color, or form that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight” which is what society is taught as each generation is born. As seen on television and magazines, makeup is sold to appease young girls and then women of all ages to buy that makeup, in hopes they would feel better about themselves by wearing it. As a young girl I watched my mom put her makeup on in the mirror and fix her hair and spend almost an hour and a half in the bathroom preparing to just leave the house to go to the grocery store. I always wondered why she needed to do that, because in my eyes I thought my mom was