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