She exclaimed "Oh ! I'm so plain! Just a swish of mascara, and maybe a little touch up of rouge, maybe another layer of powder? Oh, the maquillage shaded lips, not enough kohl? Oh! I'm so plain how ever will  I ever catch his eye?"

She says she is not attractive and then goes and creates art and then she goes and writes beautiful poetry and then she goes and bakes a cake for a friend and showers this world with her radiant positivity and then she goes and writes a novel and then she continues to say she isn't attractive. As if everything she does, doesn't count or doesn't matter, as if, societal expectations somehow decide her worth and fate.

Oh my love, do you not see, when you're drenched in sweat from the walk you just took, when you just finished creating-creating words, poetry novels, when you just helped a fallen rise, it is then that your eyes shine, it is then that your face glows, brighter than any cosmetic can make it. It is then, that your soul shines, not your body, not your physique, it is you that knocks the breath out of every pair of eyes that encounter you.