Let their words be nothing more than a cold draft, tho you feel it for a while, it is soon to be forgotten. Their heckles reflect who they are themselves. What people say doesn't define you or your beauty. It's what flows from within. We live in a world that focuses on the exterior, but inside is likened to a week old casket with a stench that's only masked by makeup and a slim waistline. A world where character is now worth less to the formation of your face and body. I want you to live, love and forgive, do good to all, even those who hate you, that my dear is true beauty