beauty is everything

brothels contain beggars and beautiful women, but before this man came a torrent of words, love, and bitterness.

he turns the key slowly, opening the door to the brothel with an echoing creak. to his horror, a woman lay in his bed, eyes closed. her lips were not colored, her waist was not the width of a fist. her hair was short and unhealthy, her breasts were one size too small. “what the hell is this?” he asks, gesturing to the imperfect woman. “‘this’ is the woman you asked for,” she whispers back, glancing to her naked body. “yes, but where is your hair of gold? your eyes of bright blue? what about your pinched in waist and why is your skin not a darkened hue? i asked for a beautiful woman, not some disproportionate, awkward slum,” he exclaims, throwing his hand into the air with exasperation. “you did ask for a beautiful woman, so here i am,” she smiles, her slightly crooked grin unpleasing to the man. “did i not just say you were slum?” “aye, you did, but you’re wrong. i am not slum, i am a woman. why should i be an equal with the pigs because i do not meet your standard of beauty? why should i have to hate myself because you think my hair’s not long enough, or my smile isn’t straight enough for you?” she asks, stretching up, off of the bed and standing straight, and standing tall. “who are you to tell me i’m not beautiful enough for the world? i am strong, with my pale skin, my light lips. i am proud, with my short hair and dark eyes. i am graceful, with my long legs and crooked smile. i am beautiful, with my thick waist and small nose. and i don’t need to cry myself to sleep, or leave scars where my husband will kiss just because you find my appearance grotesque,” she states, staring the man in the eye. he does nothing except glare, angrier than he’s ever been before. her last words to him shall remain a secret, but know it sent the man away, the slamming of doors and heavy breaths of rage were all that to be remembered of him, leaving the woman alone in his room, alone with her thoughts. thoughts that made her the most beautiful woman in the world.

Author's Note

no caps was on purpose :)

Reviews

[Relic]

This was a good story and easy to follow. The woman obviously has not only great self-esteem, but also a good head on her shoulders.

Critiques:

the slamming of doors and heavy breaths of rage (were) all that were to be remembered of him...

Is the sentence: 'alone with her thoughts' a full sentence? It sound more like a dependent sentence to me?

I'm wondering why you purposely eliminated the caps?

In any case, this is well written and worth the read for me.

[Relic]

Sorry, I meant dependent clause.

[regan jorgensen ♥]

That part "alone with her thoughts" was a typo I didn't catch, it was supposed to be a comma after alone in his room', not a period, haha! I prefer no caps, although besides this piece not many of my other poems or stories etc. have all lowercase letters. This specific one means very much to me so I had decided to do it the way I wanted to. Thank you very much!

[Relic]

You're welcome.

[Adesanya Yewande]

lovely story,i love the message it convey,every woman is beautiful in their own way not to be compare to others......nice writ up