I find beauty fascinating. I am drawn to the girl with the beautifully coloured silky hair. I am drawn to the girl with the beautiful porcelain skin, with the pinched pink cheeks. I am drawn to the pillowed plumped lips. I am drawn to the eyes that are hiding hidden secrets.
To me beauty is like reading a love story, I dream that the girl in the book is me. I twirl and run through hay fields. I look up to the hot sun and soak in the golden glow that washes over me. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and imagine that I am at a gatsby ball standing elegantly strong in the middle of the room, dressed in the most wonderful dress you have ever laid eyes on.