Note: Inspired by the photo.

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Beauty is the wrinkled, shriveled up, old woman,

with the blackened cheeks from living in ashes,

and the smile that makes her whole face,

look like someone is squeezing water out of a rag.

Beauty is the guy that looks manly with a beard,

a mustache, and leg hair, smirking,

as he rocks pink high heels and pink lipstick,

strutting down the sidewalk like nobody's business.

Beauty is the girl with skin as black as black coffee,

eating potato chips in the subway

while scrolling through her Twitter feed,

and making faces at low "like" numbers.

Beauty is the woman with blond hair, blue eyes,

stereotype-to-the-tee with a Barbie Ken boyfriend,

crying because she just got dumped,

and her mascara is running down her eyes.

Beauty is the chubby man, eating hotdogs,

in the park with his bulldog,

not caring what others think and stuffing his face

because food is "Just so damn good."

Beauty is the zit-covered red-haired, freckle-faced,

braces-mouth girl with the cat-eye glasses,

writing love letters in her diary,

blushing from ear to ear at the thought of her crush.

Beauty is the boy with thin white arms covered in tattoos,

and black hair, emo-style, singing his heart out on stage,

not caring if he's actually got his lyrics right.

"Life is good," he shouts, and he means it.

Beauty is the old man so thin and frail,

because he's been smoking every day since he was twelve.

He had two wives, five kids, ten grandchildren,

and now he lives alone and is angry at nothing all the time.

Beauty is all forms of human a human can be,

whether old or young or gender or none.

Pretty or ugly? Heck with that!

Every moment a human in its raw form,

smiling, smirking, frowning, crying,

eating, blushing,

shouting meaningless words, or angry at nothing,

is what beauty is all about.

Not the makeup, not being white or being black,

yellow, pink, whatever.

Not being young, or old, or a stereotype.

If you are human,

you are emotional,

you are beautiful.