Beauty?

Big black eyes
Dark Acne free skin
Slight dimples
Pouty lips
Heart shaped face
Aren't these good features
Put together should make one luscious
Yet looking at my reflection
Average seems to be all that shows
Beauty they say is for others to behold
But they don't see it
They see the the smoothened foundation
And winged eyeliner
They see the mascara caked lashes
And perfectly drawn brows
Is that it?
The definition of beauty?
After scrubbing all this off
Is she still pretty?
Is her face still contoured perfectly?
What is she then?
Is beauty a mask?
Put on at opportuned times
Taken off in the dark silence of night
What does it mean?
Is it perfect curves?
Having all the right junk?
These things get me thinking
The world praises these masks
But on the inside we are all shady and dark
Our demons struggling to win every fight
So what is beauty?
Is it the strength to put on these masks everyday?
The will to go on with life despite the voices driving us insane?
Is it the nature of our soul?
The features of our face?
What is it?
So many people try so hard
Pay any price just to gain these masks
So I ask is that what beauty is all about?