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True Beauty
When most people think of the word "beautiful". they think of models and movie stars. I must admit I used to be one of them. I used to wish I were skinnier had fuller lips, or eyes that were a vivid shade of blue. My friends and I used to talk for hours about how we wanted to be tall, beautiful women with airbrushed skin like models. Now my ideas have changed.
The day that I discovered what true beauty really is, I was with my parents and little brothers at McDonald's. Since MD's only has tables with four chairs, I'm always the get booted to a nearby table to sit by myself. Usually, I'm a little but this time, it
I'm always the one get booted to nearby table to sit by myself. Usually, I'm annoyed, but this time it worked out perfectly
. As I was studying the people around, Isuddenly saw a woman. She was sitting at a table two tables away and Icould look at her without her knowing. The half-dozen children (all about the same age) were what first caught my eye. As I continued to watch the mother with her children, I just could not take my eyes of them. I could tell that in her youth she had been very good-looking, not the traditional beautiful, but warm, inviting one. Her skin was light brown, and soft-looking, she had fine lines around her eyes. Her thick dark-brown hair, glossy and graying slightly, was pulled back in pony- tail. She was wearing casual clothes, but none of this was why she was so beautiful to me .
When she smiled, it was like all the good things in the world came into being. It was full of love and light and happiness. When her children spoke to her, she lis- tened as if nothing else in the world mattered more than hearing about the game they had just played. The two- year old smeared ice cream all over her face, and the mother just kissed her nose, ice cream and all. She did not yell, or get angry when her daughter got ice cream on her nice clothes. The love and warmth of this woman shook my world and all my understanding of beauty. She generated warmth like the sun, and her children were little planets circling around her, bathing in her warmth
She made me realize what the models in the maga- zines really are. Their photos are not beautiful. They are cold, empty bodies of who make us believe women the image photographers have created. The only rea- son we want to be like them, really, is that we can not be, no matter how hard we try
The truly beautiful are the ones like this women Mexican mother. Instead of wishing to be like the skinny model, l now wish to be like that mother-full light and happiness. She makes a difference in her children's lives. Instead of making them feel bad about themselves, she makes them feel great about everything. That is true beauty: to make a positive difference in another person's life through warmth, love and care. She made my life different too.