The Real Beauty's
Beauitiful?
Beauitiful?
Someone said ‘beautiful is relatively’ hypocritical! It's true that beauty is relative, but in the end you prefer the standard of beauty itself, pinning it on you and forcing yourself to fulfill all that to make you look beautiful.
Basically, all women are beautiful, a lot of beauty from inside a woman that we can see, apart from her physicality. “No one is born ugly, it's just that we live in a society that judges” – Namjoon Kim, absolutely right. The more people who judge the physicality of others, even made as a joke, is it funny?
Maybe for you yes, but for the people you judge, no. What is wrong with respecting each other without judging? If so, there will be many people who are grateful, no longer trapped in a sense of insecure. If we can choose, maybe everyone wants a perfect physique, but God is so just.
God created all men imperfect, but in the best possible form. If you judge a person's physique as a deficiency in him, do not you think that your shortcomings are in you, which are likely to be valued by others as well. Life is fair, if you judge, you will be judged too.
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“Daughter, aren't you interested in art class?” clara asked when the two of them were in the cafeteria. Yes, it has been a month they were close blatantly, initially felt strange to the school community, but both agreed not to care about others.
“Entahlah. I doubt it,” replied the Princess who occasionally sipped the orange juice that was in her hands. “Come on, why hesitate. Your talent should be appreciated, you know?” persuade Clara, the Princess was silent thinking, then decided to follow her.
The princess approved the art class, while Clara was in Beauty class, they liked the same thing, which was painting but in a different context. It all brought them closer together, and according to Clara, the Princess was not as bad as she thought, and vice versa.
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“Daughter, would you like to come home with me and Riyant?” clara asked, after the lesson ended that day. “In the first place, I wait for Mikki,” replied the Princess while putting some textbooks in her bag. Clara nodded and left, but before that she asked the Princess, “you will start art class on what day?”
The princess looked at Clara then replied, “ a week twice, around Wednesday and Saturday,”. “Sama, later we go together only!” get Clara excited. “Sure. That's a good idea,” said Princess, “yasudah, I went home first yes Princess.” A bouncy Clara was answered with the symbol “oke” by the Princess, who then stepped towards the stop, waiting for Mikki to pick her up.
A black sedan stopped in front of her, the Princess smiled and got into the car. On the way, they exchanged stories about what they went through all day at school, and Putri said that she is currently taking art classes. It made Mikki a little surprised, also proud. Apparently, the Princess had started to be confident.
“Waahh... kids in art class will definitely envy you, you're the master,” Mikki joking, “that's right!”
“hahaha.. indeed yes, right?” ask Mikki, “already, you're making me shy.” Princess Sahut, turning to the window, hid a reddish tinge on her cheek. Mikki turned her head slightly towards the Princess and smiled, in her heart she was so happy, The princess who had been arrogant had returned to being a cute and adorable figure.
“You want to eat?” asked Mikki after the silence a moment ago, “by,” replied the Princess who happened to be hungry. “Where do you eat?” asked Mikki again, her gaze focused on the highway before her, “in an ordinary place,” replied Princess, “okey. We glide.” Mikki drives her car to the diner where they used to go to feed her worms.
On the other hand, Riyant and Clara came home along on foot, certainly after getting off the bus he was riding at the school stop until the stop was close to his home. “You're driving me? Isn't your house still far away?” clara asked when she realized that Riyant was following her, “ya certainly. It's okay for me, the important thing is that you survived,” he replied. “hey. I'm used to it, before you were I was used to walking alone,”
“nah, therefore, I will not make you alone,” Riyant said to make Clara blush, but he refused. It would be embarrassing for him.
“Again, tumben once you didn't bring your bike?” clara asked, they continued their steps towards Clara's house, “intentionally. I want to go home on foot like this with you. It's okay?”
“Sure. Uh. Arrived, you want to stop by?” ask Clara
“ah yes. Hurry up huh, haha. ah no, I just go home. Greetings to your mother,” Riyant said then turned to leave Clara's house.
“careful!” Clara said a little scream, so Riyant could hear him, the man turned and gave his thumbs up, a sign he would be careful as Clara said.
The girl looked at Riyant's departure, until his body disappeared at a crossroads, Clara went into the house to go to eat and walk some school work given by the teachers. It does not feel like another year he will graduate school, of course he must think about his future, and what he will be in the future.
