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Beautiful Woman

Today, I am writing about the beauty of the female gender because I have noticed that most times, many of us miss out on the basic elements that relate to beauty. So, let us look at some of the qualities of a truly beautiful woman.
  First, she is not necessarily beautiful physically. Shocked? Well, in my opinion a beautiful woman does not compulsorily possess showstopping curves neither is she extraordinarily gorgeous. Why? It is because the outward appearance is but a cover. Take for example a beautifully decorated cake,no doubt it looks appealing but what really matters is its ingredients and mixture. Therefore we will be looking at two ingredients of a beautiful woman.
  SUGAR
  A beautiful woman should be sweet at heart and this encompasses a lot from being caring to maintaining a positive spirit. The opposite of being sweet is being bitter. When a woman is bitter, she does not bring happiness to those around her but is either constantly complaining or starting a fight. No matter how gorgeous a woman may be outwardly, her bitterness will push people and opportunities away from her.
 BUTTER
In cake making, butter to a degree helps improve the beauty of the cake by preventing the cake from sticking to the pan. In a beautiful woman's case, the butter refers to her ability to remain physically PRESENTABLE. Being physically presentable does not translate to dressing in a vulgar manner or use of excessive makeup but rather as the word says, being presentable.
 Away from cake making, another quality is INDEPENDENCE. This does not mean that a woman should become disrespectful to her superiors. Being independent refers to being self-sufficient to a reasonable degree. Of course, nobody can have it all but a beautiful woman has to ensure that she is not  perpetually demanding from others.
  INTELLIGENCE is the next quality we shall be looking at. How does intelligence make a woman beautiful? Keep up with winnietalker.blogspot.com as I bring the concluding part of this article to you next week. 
  Your views and comments are appreciated.


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