[ wp ] Describe something beautiful . It could be an alien landscape , or a person you fell in love with . It could be a gift that arrived at the perfect time and brought you up out of depression . Hell it could even be a simple conversation .

She was pretty, yeah, but that wasn ’ t it. She was tall, but that wasn ’ t really it either—it was that she was just a little bit out of proportion. Her legs were just a little bit too long for her torso. Her hands were just a little bit too big. She was skinny, gangly before the boxing lessons had let her put on some muscle. She didn ’ t photograph well—that crooked smile never came out right, always made her look like one eye was bigger than the other. She wore her hair short, but no matter what, it was more bedhead than Emma Watson. But she had the kind of effortless confidence that men often mistake for beauty. 
 
 It was the way she moved, easy and comfortable, like her skin fit her perfectly. It was a level of un-selfconsciousness that was almost masculine, a simple, joyful satisfaction in her own person. You ’ d call her a tomboy, and that ’ d fit, I guess, but it ’ s not quite that easy. It wasn ’ t the calluses on her hands, or the mischievous gleam in her eye. It was the way that she was so completely relaxed around everybody. Only people who have nothing to prove are like that. 
 
 She didn ’ t care if she was beautiful or not. That ’ s what made her so beautiful. 
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