I’ve confessed before that I enjoy watching America’s Next Top Model. This season it’s young women under 5′ 7″. As a vertically-challenged woman, I’m excited. Most of the women are lovely—until they open their mouths. Some of them have foul mouths. Profanity spews forth frequently. Some are rude. Some are arrogant. Some are horribly negative, complaining about everything. These women become less attractive with every comment.
I know some beautiful women. Some of them aren’t women you’d pick out of a crowd, but their beauty shines forth in everything they say and do. Their smiles are contagious and light up the room. Outside beauty usually fades with age. Internal beauty grows and blossoms.
I’ve chosen my hair color and style because I believe it flatters me, making me look my best. I choose clothes that I believe flatter my figure and project the image I want to present to the world. I work on my look.
I’m also working on my beauty. I’m doing my best to be conscious of the words I say, the attitude I project. There’s only so much I can do about the way I look, but I have complete control over my beauty.