My incapacity to despise my flaws
is what makes me flawless.
After all, my defects subject me
to who I am and who I want to be.
There is beauty in accepting imperfections
and rather than feeling incomplete,
I fill my emptiness with affection
because the only one who sees my reflection,
If I continuously search for my own flaws
and attempt to unearth ways to "fix" them
I will always find shortcomings in myself,
which is why my flawlessness
is constructed of my entirety and bliss.