Flaws and All
A beautiful person is what I see. Staring at a clear mirror with a reflection of me. I'm never perfect, never will be. A million selfies is all I could capture, the sweet sound of the camera as it sings with laughter, I miss the good days when being perfect wasn't that serious, maybe one day I will know, I'm just that curious. The jokes and remarks will always be respected, because I am finally beautiful in the skin that I've accepted.
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