inner beauty, and all that jazz

A person can walk past a flower, notice it's intricacy and perfection; they can look into the eyes of the one they love and see no flaws - no faults.
But when they are faced with themselves, they see no right. We are blinded to our own potential and the greatness we possess. And I don't know why.

Every individual, big or small, regardless of colour or age or any other limitations society may place on them, is beautiful. So beautiful. I put it in such simplistic terms because it is such a simple idea - yet so unbelievably powerful that I lack the words to better describe it.

Humans - people - are so incredibly complex and convoluted that I don't believe anyone actually takes the time to slow down and look for anything more than what they see at first glance. I don't understand why flaws are so much easier to point out than virtues. I don't understand why a person would choose to tear themselves down when, in less words, they could step back and appreciate themselves for all the amazing that they are.

I couldn't tell you where I am going with this. Because it is such a huge idea that I am having trouble finding the right words to explain what is going on in my head. So I will leave it at that; take what you may.