Two Innocent Eyes Shattered My Heart
“Are We Beautiful Too?”
They stood barefoot on cracked earth, no script, no rehearsal—just two tiny humans holding up a wooden sign that pierced straight through every adult soul.

“Is it true we’re beautiful too?”
Not “Can we eat?”
Not “Will we be warm tonight?”
But… are we seen? Do we matter?
Beauty has become an exclusive VIP list: flawless skin, expensive smiles, lives without scars.
Yet these children—with dirt on their cheeks, hope in their gaze, and courage most grown-ups have already buried—dare to ask the question we’ve spent decades running from.
They don’t beg for pity.
They demand truth.
Because every time the world looks past them, ignores them, steps over them… it whispers the cruelest lie:
“You are not enough.”

And now a child must ask out loud what should have been screamed from every cradle:
We exist. We are worthy. We are beautiful.
If innocence has to beg for that answer…
then shame on us. All of us.
Let their question burn inside you until the only possible reply is:
Yes. A thousand times yes.
You are breathtakingly, undeniably beautiful.