I used to think beautiful people were the ones that had it all together. The ones who seemed to have everything. The ones who had perfect lives.
Then I learned that those people aren’t real. Those people aren’t honest with themselves or with others. Those people are putting on a show. No one is perfect.
Now I know that beautiful people are the ones that know heartbreak. The ones who share their truths even with tears streaming down their face. The ones who allow others to see their brokenness. The ones who are brave enough to share their true, honest, unfiltered selves for all to see. The ones who expose their flaws and weaknesses. Those people are the beautiful ones.