I am not perfect; I am flawless,

I am flawless because I have flaws.

My flaws do not constrict me

Or cause me any amount of asphyxiation

Because I spin my flaws into opportunities.

To allow myself to recognize the desires in my heart.

I use these opportunities to reconcile the beauty in my mind to my own perceptions.

As I grow, I see more flaws.

But this growth makes me more confident.

Enough so to break the spell the media has created.

I use this confidence to never let the doubters get me down.

The person I see is not someone who claims to be perfect.

But someone who understands perfection is impossible.

Yet my flaws make me flawless.