"Flawless, flawless, flawless."
    I keep on saying it, reminding myself. Hey, "fake it till' you make it."
What makes me "flawless, flawless, flawless?" Let's be honest, I'm fucked up. Aren't we all? But I have to keep on telling myself: "flawless, flawless, flawless."
Why? That's what makes us beautiful, society says. Be perfect, be flawless.

    Well, I'm done with that. I'm full of shit, full of flaws, but that doesn't make me undeserving of your respect or admiration. I know my bad side. I know my good side. I'm working everyday to make sure the negative doesn't overpower the positive. I'm a mess and a work in progress. I'm nowhere close to flawless. That's me. But being flawless or not doesn't stop me from feeling beautiful-- and that's what matters.

         "Flawless, flawless, flawless."
    That's not what I need to tell myself anymore. I know I'm full of mistakes, confused anger, irrational tears, bitter words. But I'm working on it, working hard to improve myself. I'm not flawless, flawless, flawless; I'm still always changing, changing, changing. That's me, and flawless or not I will always feel beautiful. Respect me for that. Flawless or not, I can still say "God damn, I look so good tonight."