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Strong is the New Pretty

And that is the thing about her, see?

She kept on surviving with bullet holes in her lungs and knife marks scarred on her back. She never let anything get in her way. Resilient. A fighter; not by choice but a warrior at heart.

With the switching sides, betrayals, wildfire lies, rumours and backstabs, she survived. But that was essentially what gave her beauty an edge. She had a glowing heart made of flames and stardust.

She lived in a world of fantasy, music and magic, that separated her and made her stand out from anyone else.

A combination of sensitive and savage, with her passions frowning brighter than her fears, she walked on. Her brightest of smiles intimidated people.

She turned every eye in the room – not because she was pretty. But because she looked like the definition of strong. A walking miracle in a room of mindless gossips.

She could catch the gasps and the green eyes in the room. But she looked ahead with an amusing smile.

Never shattered; But a breathtaking mosaic of the battles she’s won.

She was poetry, in a world that was still learning the alphabets.

And honestly, her life seemed to be so much better because she noticed even the smallest of things and dreamt her own world. She loved the buzz of a bee, the colour of the setting sun, the sky, the delicate blossoms after light showers of rain, the large peaches that ripened every July and the apples that tumbled down at her feet.

With dark bright eyes, flowing hair, and a grin that never seemed to wear off, she never got tired of watching the moon, the stars, the thunderstorms, and looking at cream make galaxies in her coffee.

She was criticised, called on, and humiliated by people who were lamely bored with their own lives. But what could any hollowness and stupidity stand against a tongue made of a dazzling knife? She shut mindless chatter and rumours just with a look. A dignified and a pleasant one that screamed people not to utter a word more.

With laughter that rang out distinct from the chorus of bleats and noises, she was kind to every soul she met.

She made the light in other’s eyes her Sun, the music of God her symphony and the smile of nature, her happiness.

Happiness is a choice. And she chose it. Every atom of her body was alive with energy. And she lived.

And with wings made of fire, she flew high in every direction possible.

People had various visions of her. But either way, every day it made her even more amazing, because God, she was an inspiration in every form.

And honey, she might have been thought to have a black hole instead of a heart. But she held galaxies within.

She was The Girl with IronWings. And being Strong made her Pretty ♥


Too glam to give a damn 💫

29 thoughts on “Strong is the New Pretty

  1. Oh my goodness, this is just beautiful. I love it. So glad to read another of your wonderful posts. You must keep writing them.

    Btw, I am doing a discussion post on makeup and as part of it I wanted to collect the opinions of a few other people. I was wondering if you might be happy to contribute a couple of sentences? If you’d rather not, no worries.


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    1. AWW THAAAANKSS A TONNN❤❤ GRACIE!!! I was super glad when I read your comment.
      Oh and I am hoping to. 😁

      Wow that sounds cool! Oh, I’d love to be a part of it !! 😁❤
      But…umm..what kind of opinions do I have to contribute? I mean…what kind are you looking for? Can you give me the details if you don’t mind?
      So long! Xxx❤

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      1. What is it that you always say??? No thanks amongst friends. 🙂

        Okay! Thanks! All you have to do is give me a few sentences on your general opinion of makeup, whether you wear it and whether you view it as a positive or a negative thing. If you could let me know within the next couple of days that would be great. If you’re too busy don’t worry.

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        1. Haha yesss! 😎🤘🙂

          Ooh fine. Actually I think wearing make up is not a bad thing, that is, if you don’t go overboard and spend hours everyday applying 10 layers of concealers and eye shadows.
          I personally like make up, and I dont think anyone should be judged on how they like to present themselves. But to those who entirely alter themselves with too much makeup, I’d like to say that too many add-on’s only makes the person look artificial and freaky, and not attractive. And that’s not a nice thing, because why make yourself hideous when you have a fresh and lovely face on the inside?
          Any amount of lipstick and mascara is fine as long as you look yourself. 🙂

          So there. I just typed it out, and I’m looking forward to read the entire post! 😀

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    1. Haha I personally don’t write much poetry. So that is surprising to hear and at the same time amazing!! 😁😁 Thankk youu!!! 😁❤❤
      And yaayy I’m so glad you agree. Girls aren’t just “pretty” anymore. We are “strong” that has replaced pretty. 😁 Thaank you so much again!! Xxx

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      1. You’re welcome!😊 I truly respect strong and independent girls, looks don’t really matter that much to me. So keep it up and stay strong and pretty.😄 I love your post and you wrote it so well. Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme all the time.😊😉

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        1. Awww thaankks. ❤ it makes me truly happy to read this! That there are people who do think this way!! Thank you so much again!! 😀😀❤ xxx

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    1. AAAHH thanks just so muchh!!😁❤
      I’m excited!! And also, I especially loved the picture at the beginning of the post. I saw it on the internet, and felt that it spoke deep.😁

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  2. Wow… did you write this? It reminds me so much of one of my favourite characters, Skylar in a book that I wrote! The metaphorical language is gorgeous, you have some really brilliant phrases in here. Also, I noticed that you followed my blog for the terrible teens, unfortunately I do not use that one anymore but would be so grateful if you followed my new blog: xx


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