Because true beauty is not superficial, it can’t fade, crinkle, nor wither on our ever changing visage.
It can’t be found in a jar, pricked into our lines and folds, nor surgically etched onto our skin.
Our true beauty has that luminous ‘Je ne sais quoi’ quality that is hard to define. It’s playful, mystical and bold with a ‘bring it on’ sizzle, that torches the lies and burns the bias.
As we age we start to ‘get it’, the cosmic joke, and laugh, and laugh and laugh some more. We become emboldened with love and light, and our true beauty radiates with joy. 🦋