The beauty of women

You are beautiful. I haven't seen you but I know you are. You have to be, you're a woman. All women, regardless of age, race, body or face posses true beauty.
Our beauty lies in the sway of our hips, the curve of our neck, the swell of our breasts. Our beauty comes from the depths of our laugh and the strength of our hearts.
Our beauty isn't defined by the size of our dress or the length of our legs, our beauty is defined only by ourselves and somewhere we allowed our definition to be handed over to the eyes of others.
Rare is the woman who can stand naked in the mirror and appreciate what she sees. Instead of seeing the light in her eyes, the suppleness of her skin, the beauty that simply comes from being who we are, she sees the flaws. Imagined or otherwise.
How did we get here?
Open a magazine, turn on the television, listen to the radio, read any novel. The answer is clear as can be. We're encouraged to be thinner, younger, firmer, more symmetrical, more polished. Don't like what you see? Have it poked, prodded, rubbed, removed, replaced, redone. Go the gym, take a handful of pills, drink a magic potion, buy this shoe, buy that lotion, buy this cream, buy that bra, and if you still don't fit the standardized mold of what is beautiful you can simply cut everything open and start from scratch.
Bullshit.
Your beauty, your sexiness, your strength is already inside you, waiting to be set free. Not by lotions or pills or knives, but simply by you allowing it to be.
Beauty and sexiness come from confidence. Stand straighter, walk taller, lift your chin and know who you are. Know your body, know your face and accept it, appreciate it, revel in it. Be an individual and embrace the things that make you unique.
Take off your clothes and look at yourself, not at what you believe are the flaws but what is truly there. Take your beauty and own it. Own the heaviness of your breasts, the fullness of your thighs, the ripeness of your hips. You are a woman. You hold the keys to the world.
Your smile, your laugh, the tilt of your head, the smell of your hair, the depth of your life, these define you, they define your beauty and they define your sexiness. Not a magazine, not a stereotype, not a predetermined idea of what is or isn't genuine beauty.
You are beautiful.