Descriptive Essay About Beauty

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You can often find me poring over books, letting my hair cascade to the side of the margins. Sometimes I need to wipe off the wisps, so that I can see the jet-black lettering on the fragile pages. What am I reading? You do not care. I am a girl, so we should focus on my appearance. I have warm and inviting brown eyes. I have thick dirty blonde hair. I am somewhat tall and somewhat skinny, and I have a symmetrical face. I have a brain, aspirations, and achievements, but I also have a body. My hands are delicate. There are no sturdy layers of hardened skin on my palms. There are no scars or deformities or any other indications that I have ever exerted my fingers past their capacity to toil and grasp. My hands are dainty, and my fingers are nimble. My hands would be beautiful, but I have a freckle on my left middle finger that ruins the aesthetic. Fortunately, I only need to display my middle finger to the occasional tailgating …show more content…

I, however, think they’re strong. When my body is about to collapse into a pile of sweat and weary muscles, my shoulders are able to steady my trembling arms as I clunk the iron onto the weight rack. When somebody is trembling at my side, my shoulders are able to envelop them into a hug of warmth. My shoulders are dependable, and I’m proud of them. Yet, some people believe that they should be hidden, lest they awaken another’s carnal desire. If you run your fingers against my shoulders, you will feel the protruding bones and the mesh of sinew underneath my smooth skin. This touch is dirty. My shoulders are dirty. I’ve come to expect quick glances and raised eyebrows when I wear tank tops. I sense the disapproval of people when they catch a glimpse of my bra strap. Apparently, I am a slut when my shoulders are exposed to the sun, the gentle breeze, and the eyes of others. I am too self-conscious of my shoulders; they feel detached from my body. My shoulders are so intimate, that they are not even mine

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