You tell her she's beautiful, she laughs and asks you how. When there's a crack on her front tooth and a crease between her brow. Where is all the beauty in her slightly-too-big-nose. In the freckles on her cheeks and how her hair takes years to grow. And you wonder where she learnt that beauty lies upon your skin. So that she thinks it doesn't everything she holds within. Its very definition is "pleasing to the sense or mind" But she's let them change the way she thinks her beauty is defined.