Flawless Flaws
I don't wear make-up.
Yes, I'm a girl.
But I don't wear make-up.
It's not that absurd.
The powder is itchy.
Mascara's a pain.
Eyeliner is nasty.
Lipstick leaves a stain.
I've got nothing against make-up.
Except that it's hard.
I'm not lazy
Or perfect.
Just flawed.
And I like my flaws.
All. All.
They're what makes me me.
My pimple near my nose.
My scar on my cheek.
My acne scars on my forehead
were there since I was three.
I don't wear make up
because I like my flaws.
They're a part of me.
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