The Art of Being Imperfectly Perfect
I embody everything I thought I couldn't be
I am a spitting image of everything I thought I wouldn't be
I look in the mirror and feel full;
Fullness from myself, not from the harsh demands of society
I have stepped outside the closet;
The closet of self-consciousness
The closet of hate and uncertainty
No, I have moved on from that
I have stepped into a world of self-awareness
A mindset sought from;
developed from;
nourished from; me
I am;
I can;
I will; be myself
I have mastered the art of being imperfectly perfect
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