There are times when I gaze upon the most beautiful woman in the world. Sometimes I remember she is there, but more often than not I ignore or forget her presence. Her gaze stares back at mine from a mirrored reflection; annoyed but understanding. 

The most beautiful woman in the world would have everyone fawning over her so she would never settle for someone who treats her less than what she deserves. The most beautiful woman in the world would love herself without judgement and spend time on herself because she knows she’s worth it. The most beautiful woman in the world would know her beauty doesn’t come from her appearance but her presence. Her morals, her mind, her strength grant her the most allure. The most beautiful woman in the world would know that she is a living piece of art and shall be treated as such, with reverence and awe. The most beautiful woman in the world would know that her beauty is reflected in how she treats others; with love and respect. The most beautiful woman in the world would be as fierce as a hurricane and as flexible as bamboo; nothing would make her shake or break. The most beautiful woman in the world would know that her softness is her most captivating charm and her most coveted asset. Not everyone would be worthy of it. The most beautiful woman in the world would know that appearances change and fade over time but true beauty is timeless.

I know the most beautiful woman in the world, and sometimes, she is me.

Love, Bug