eople judge others before even knowing their first name. In this society, it has become a casual judgment to know what is beautiful or extremely atrocious, by looking at someone for less than ten seconds. Beauty can be perfect or imperfect, an opinion, and shows many unique shades to express it.

One person could find a unique painting in a museum and label it as dreadful art, whereas another would not think twice in buying the same piece. A woman walking down the street can be described as The Grudge: hair uncombed, dark empty eyes, pale white skin, and a smell even a man who lives in a dumpster would not dare to bare. Yet, someone who could look past all those details would see her as the most beautiful girl on this planet. In this society, beauty is described as their version of perfection: a female with hair down to her bust, wide hips, large breasts, and a symmetrical face. Beauty can also be described as imperfect. A dog with three legs may not be the fastest, but still has his/her own exquisiteness, such as an exciting wagging tale, cute puppy eyes, and adorable sagging ears. Perfect or imperfect; it only matters how a person sees it.

Repulsive or beautiful, those words will always be an opinion. A person can be ugly if he/she physically made himself/herself that way. However, it would only be the definition of what he/she considered as unattractive. It would not matter if president Obama looked at a model strutting down a long glittery runway, wearing a breath taking one of a kind dress, and declared “she is the most gorgeous girl on this planet.” Someone in the crowd would still believe he was wrong. Even if she had long eyelashes, red plumped lips, Rapunzel like hair, and had an incredible smelling fragrance. Beauty cannot be a fact because people do not see the same way everyone in the world does.

There are different sides of seeing beauty. Such as a rare type of diamond which has a spectrum of colors, and looks completely new each time it glows against light. Like a human being and their different perspectives. For example, one day my hair looked like as if someone took all the leftover grease from a Mc Donald’s frying pot, poured it in a cup, and drowned my hair in it. It made me feel like I was unattractive. I ignored my sisters’ random compliments throughout my desperate search of a pretty accessory to balance off my ugly hair. My sister perceived the beauty I held in a different viewpoint, even when I could not imagine myself as she described. Attractiveness is not accepted unless the person looking for it sees the different shades they hold.

Others must know what they define as beautiful, and ignore the definition society created, to perceive the beauty surrounded throughout their lives. Perfect or imperfect, beauty is there, and will always be an opinion. One does not see it how another person will. Like a painting by a popular artist viewed in different lights, not how the artist intended it to be admired, but how others aimed in seeing it.