Not Like the Girls in Magazines

Sometimes a photo brings back more than just a memory.
It brings back a feeling,the sound of water,
the sting of summer heat,
and a name spoken with love.
This is one of those moments.

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines.

She was beautiful, for the way she thought.

She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved.

She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad.

No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks.

She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

She is beautiful.

-Not by F. Scott Fitzgerald, despite what everyone says

With a heart full of peace,
Stacy Joyfully πŸ¦‹

#HippieHeart #MindfulMoment #TheKindOfBeautyThatStays

Stacy Jo

Stacy Jo writes like she gardens, with patience, curiosity, and quiet wonder. Whether she’s growing daylilies, teaching, dancing, or hiking to waterfalls with her husband, she pays attention to the small things that shape a life. 🌻

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