There is real beauty in my eyes when I lose my mind.

There is no real beauty without some slight imperfection.

Sleep is the real beauty secret, but I don't get enough of that.

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.

Real people think originality, speak originality, feel originality, breath originality, see originality, support originality,praise originality and so on. In short, they always work or delve in beauty of originality in all senses.