1/2 and Half

I am shaped by the insecurities that haunt me

 

And yet I refuse to let them control who I truly am 

 

Eternally subdued in flaws but intensely battling to recognize my flawlessness

 

My mind filled with concrete and rocks but so loyal as to stand by my opinions and ideas, unmoved by those that banish me from the kingdom of conformism

 

So klutzy as to be able to collapse from a pebble but  courageous enough to brush off the dirt that covers me and continue on

 

Legs and hips that stretch out to fit the mold of earth but are made solely to reach only the highest peaks 

 

Eyes enslaved by stereotypes of society but are only able to see the beauty and flawlessness of others

 

One in the same,

Without flaws I would not know my flawlessness 

 

I am forever thankful