The definition of "beauty" is in a constant state of flux. It transforms itself into something new that could have been considered "ugly" or "unimportant" before.
The more I get to know myself, the more I understand the meaning of it.
For instance, I now think my body is beautiful, mainly because it's healthy. I think my words are also beautiful, mainly because I'm finally comfortable speaking in English. Beauty right now implies peace, harmony, and balance. It doesn't have a color or a shape. It doesn't have an agenda or a requirement. It has no age, no race, no size. It's not lazy, judgmental or disrespectful. Everything that grows, flows, and moves gracefully through the differences of the world is considered (by my eyes) as beautiful right now.