She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven trees,
Or softly lightens on her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and on that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Wait, can we talk about why it's such a phenomenon for a woman to not have makeup on. Because we hate ourselves so much that we kiss our pillows with foundation on and drawn eyebrows, waterproof mascaras, so that waking up doesn't turn into a nightmare, right? As a woman who walks out the house and walks out in those streets without makeup more often than not I appreciate those days when I beat my brows so good that fleeking has nothing on me. I see a lot of girls without makeup on a daily basis, whether I'm on my way to work or school but I don't bow down to each one in awe of her bravely because oh, the rest of them with mascaras on, hate the genetic result they found in the mirror that morning. But hey No, it's not either hating nor judging the need for makeup, or what so ever. Some believe that most women these days define themselves through makeup, but hey there's no such because yes I think that every women can be whoever they want to be and ho...
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