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Descriptive Essay 10
Tammy Wright
ENGL105S/ Introduction to College Writing
Due Date: 10/15/2014
Descriptive Essay

Portrait of A Mother’s Beauty….

My mother was one of the most beautiful, elegant women you could have ever known. The image of her, will forever be etched in my mind. Her beauty was very alluring, and her face was very captivating. Her high cheekbones caught your attention, because of the statuesque bone structure. My mother had the face of a movie star, very similar to the famous Lena Horne. She had fawn skin that could be described as “beauteous bronze," or "chocolate cream chanteuse." Mother was graced with looks that most women envied. Her hair was a medium brown color, it reminded me of an autumn leaf as the sun sets on it. I remember other women asking her what she had done to her hair, it was so shiny that it would the catch shimmers of light as she glided down the street. She had very wavy, long hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a fountain. My mother was most admired because of her gorgeous brown eyes, they were sable with flecks of chestnut. Her eyes were shaped like almonds, glistened like stars, they were absolutely alluring; and she had very long, curled, dark, thick lashes. She had the perfect shaped nose, with narrow nasal bones, oblique, frontal angles blended elegantly into her face, brow and forehead. Her brow shape was naturally arched and balanced, they framed her eyes with uncanny proportion. She had pouty lips, shaped like a strawberry, and they were glossy like rubies. Mother was truly one of a kind, she could have been a professional model. She was not tall enough to be a runway model, but she certainly could have been a magazine model. Her small frame was exaggerated by an hour-glass figure. My mother was very curvaceous, and shapely, with a very tiny waistline. She had a set of dazzling, pearly white teeth that gleamed when she smiled. Her smile lit up the room when she entered. However, although her outer beauty was so

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