She is beautiful. Short blonde curls, cargo pants tucked into work boots, small chest hidden under a bulky hoodie. She’s stunning.
She is beautiful. Teal hair highlighting those big blue eyes, sweet smile as she hands me a latte. She’s stunning.
She is beautiful. Untamed ponytail; long, thin legs; dark circles under her eyes (probably thanks to those two little kids clutching her hands). She’s stunning.
She is beautiful. Long dreadlocks swaying; jeans hugging her curvy behind; wide, toothy grin. She’s stunning.
She is beautiful. Hair pulled back in a messy black bun; huge, dark brown eyes watching as her son plays; short, thin body sizzling with energy. She’s stunning.
She is beautiful. Skinny jeans hugging her thick hips and thighs, glossy brown hair flowing down her back. She’s stunning.
She is beautiful. Long flowing skirt covering her legs, head scarf covering her hair, sparkling eyes dancing underneath. She’s stunning.
She is beautiful. Baseball cap pulled down over ponytail, no make-up, comforting her crying baby. She’s stunning.
I saw these women today. I don’t know their stories. I don’t know what they see when they look in the mirror. But all I saw, in each of them, was beauty.
Maybe you were among them. You could have been. You are beautiful. You’re stunning.
Rural Running Redhead 
Feel good post of the day. Thanks! Though, I’d argue that it’s taking the step further that makes it more beautiful… the description of the things these women do, too… mothers, workers, thinkers, dreamers, smilers…
❤
She is beautiful. Brilliant red hair pulled off her face as she struggles to make her students understand the finer points of grammar. Blue eyes sparkling as one finally grasps her message. She is stunning. ; )