Imperfect
My skin is imperfect
Blemishes, scars, and marks
Make up the fabric
Of my features
These imperfetions
Make up who I am
My smile is imperfect
Braces marred it
For five years
And it still is not
As straight and white
As I would like
My hair is imperfect
It is dull and frizzy
It cannot decide if
It wants to be straight or curly
My body is imperfect
I have scars that
I have given to myself
My waist and hips
Are disproportionate
To each other
My life is imperfect
I have loved and lost
I have made grave mistakes
I am imperfect
But I do not
Wish to be perfect at all
I love my scarred skin
I love my dull hair
I love my slightly crooked smile
I love the scars I have given myself
Because they remind me
Of just how far I've come
I may not be perfect
To the rest of the World
But I am perfectly myself
And I can't imagine
Being any other way
I will continue to live
Unapologetically me
And continue to
Love myself
Just the way I am