Beauty is a conversation. It cannot be contrived from an equation of traits. It cannot be reduced to the achievement of a body type. It is something we communicate, something we emanate. It is an expression of something inexpressible. Beauty is about allowing your presence to announce something profound, a truth that words fail to teach. It is not about conformity, but about discovery. It is not to be forced, but to be recognized. Beauty eases the senses in order to invite hope into the soul. It is meant to confess that truth and goodness still exist. It is something to behold and not something to alter. Beauty is not to be controlled but to be set free.