I used to think, as many children do, of beauty as an exterior appearance only. I thought it was something that could be seen from just looking at a person. However after years of gaining the acquaintance of all kinds of different people from many backgrounds, each with their own story I’ve learned that beauty is much deeper than I first expected. When one looks at a person they immediately come up with a judgment for a person; this is what many think of as beauty. However, my experience in life has shown me that beauty is much more complex. When one gets to know someone better one gains information about the person’s past and personality. This often times changes one’s impression of the person thus changing the person’s beauty. Beauty is not something to be measured with a ruler. It is something that is relative to the person or thing being inspected and the beholder’s experience with that person or object. I have realized that beauty really is in the eyes of the beholder.
I have always had some insecurity or the other about my own appearance, whether it is my figure or complexion or features. One time, however, does stand out in my mind. When I was about eleven years old I was riding on a motor scooter, racing my younger brother who was on his mini motorcycle around the neighborhood. The battery suddenly stopped and the wheel jammed, halting the scooter and sending me flying over the handlebars right onto my face. I ended up getting stitches next to my eye and scraping up the whole right side of my face. For weeks I couldn’t bring myself to look into the mirror. It was ugly and it intruded onto my face; even after if healed up it left scars on my face. I thought these were horrible marks which would be the focus of everyone’s attention when they looked at me. Nobody would look at me and see beauty. But after almost six years with what is now one scar near my right eye I have a renewed image of beauty; it’s not about how you look, it’s about what people see under the surface.