My dear friend Sandy lives in California. This morning she sent me this link. It was the breakfast rush in this house and yet I stopped and watched for the 7 minutes it runs and cried silently from about the half way point.
This is not about external beauty alone, at least not to me. I'm not conscious of the beauty product being endorsed in the background of this piece, I'm only aware of these amazing women and the disservice they do themselves by not appreciating all they are. True beauty isn't skin deep. Sandy's friend is the lady named Kela and I don't think I'm breaking any confidences by sharing her decription of her friend "If you met her, she lights up the room with her genuineness and beauty." Sandy didn't need to tell me that, because it's obvious just by looking into her friend's eyes.