intricate lines

when I look at my friends I see their beauty. every insecurity they have lurking in the back of thier ears whispering to them,is a complete lie to me. I see the beauty in those eyes, the way every curve on their face forms the wonder of it all,the light in thier eyes only they possess. the essence of who they are settling unto their very being. when I see my friends I see the beauty of every intricate line forming the shape we call face. this is why I believe the belief "ugly" does not exist.