People are not beautiful.
We are masses of unkind words that we vent out for momentary validation, we are seekers of joy that never finds itself.
We cry, we laugh, we rebuke so we can be "accepted", and we carry briefcases of anxiety.
We run away from things - we all do.
We refuse to see beyond what we can handle.
We fight internal battles every single day.
And that is okay.
We are messy right down to the very core.
But to sum it up, people are indeed very, very beautiful.