She was like a traffic accident and everybody was slowing down to look at her. The type of misfortune that changes a person. Everyone turned their heads as if she had the whole world’s eyes beaming in her direction. But the most beautiful people that walked this planet were the one’s who were damaged and hurt. For they solemnly knew what it was like to be broken down to the smallest of matter, the size of a grain. To the untrained eye she was just an ordinary girl. Although deep down you would feel her pain from every word that came out her mouth. She understood what it felt like to endure pain and suffering. How words do more damage than guns and cut deeper than the sharpest of knives. Leaving internal scars that never completely heal. But that didn’t stop her from being the woman she is today. She was just a girl with flaws stitched together with good intentions. Keeping her composure throughout the years had taught her a great lesson. The beauty of a woman does not come from how much make up she wears, the clothes she buys, nor the style of her hair. But the way she is able to carry herself through the day and to know one’s worth.