Beauty is the anxiety creeping up on me when I am having fun. It's crying myself to sleep to feel complete. Beauty is being my own bully. The feeling of giving up because you have told yourself that you can’t. It’s feeling like you always have to be right but you can never be right according to your brain. From asking questions to crying in the bathroom stall. From the anxiety creeping up my fingers to the late nights questioning if I am worth it. Beauty is what hurts me but also makes me stronger. It is all the problems that push me down and make each day harder. It is from feeling no more emotion to all of the emotion flowing out of me when I am having a good time. Beauty is from the inside to the outside.