I'm Not Going to Cover

Cover up, cover up, cover up. Unless, of course, you happen to be 5'9" with mile-long legs, long blonde Locks, a killer smile, and obviously Not a single blemish in sight. Who is actually this perfect? No one. End of story. But, if you aren't photoshop perfect, People sneer and laugh, Tell you to hide under clothes and make-up. I shouldn't have to hid, Shouldn't have to achieve perfection for others. I am already Perfect. Every scar, blemish, and flaw Is my History written out on my skin. It's where I've been, what I've suffered, Who I am. Don't tell me to hide ME. I am imperfect perfection.