THE BEAUTIFUL ONES

Ever looked within your immediate environment and thought that the beauties around you are all the beauties there ever will be? Think again.

There exist people who are more beautiful than you can ever imagine....and even then, there are people more beautiful than this group.

I sat reading my handouts and a goddess just wafted across my table. I am female o....but I honestly paused and starred....acting like I wasn't actually watching. The more she sashayed past on and on, the more I started to openly stare.

This girl was about 5ft 9in tall. With this inviting caramel complexion. Tall, slim yet very curvy, fit (the flatness of her tummy was on another level). And her carriage. She walked like someone of royal birth...with the gait and the calm and the beautifully, wonderful smile.

I just sat there admiring, the exams I had in some hours away long forgotten. Everyone was admiring too...but didn't want to be caught at it. The minute I paid her a compliment, people replied in eager affirmation. I laughed.

Looking at that girl, I realized that no matter how lovely you think you are, lovelier people still abound. That day gave direct meaning to the idiom "The Beautiful Ones Are Not Yet Born". I choose to tell myself that 'the beautiful ones have not yet been seen". While thinking that we've seen it all, don't forget that oureyesights and viewpoints vary.

I've chosen to be grateful for the degree of inner and outer beauty I have while reminding myself that, out there, there are better 'mes'. It's incredibly humbling.

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