My name is Beauty, and I am thirty years old. I have always been considered beautiful ever since I was a little girl growing up in my small village. As the daughter of a wealthy family, I had access to all the luxuries that life could offer, but I never took them for granted. Instead, I spent most of my childhood helping out with chores around the house and learning valuable skills like cooking and sewing from my mother.
When I turned eighteen, I got married to a man whom my family had chosen for me. It was an arranged marriage, but I never regretted saying "yes" to him because he proved to be a kind and loving husband. We moved to the city soon after our wedding, and that's when my true beauty began to shine.
In the bustling streets of the city, I stood out not only for my physical appearance but also for my grace and charm. People would stop me on the street just to compliment me on my looks, and it wasn't long before I became known as one of the most beautiful women in town.
As time passed, I had children and settled into a comfortable routine as a housewife. But even as a mother, I never lost sight of who I was or forgot about the importance of maintaining my appearance. I took great care in dressing myself every morning, putting on makeup, and doing my hair, all to ensure that I continued to radiate beauty wherever I went.
Looking back now, I can say with confidence that my life has been a journey of self-discovery and personal growth. And even though I may be approaching the age of forty, I know that my inner beauty will continue to shine through for years to come.