Imperfectly Beautiful
I’d like to say I’m perfect
That this body holds no flaws
That it carries no imperfections
But I’d rather say I’m beautiful
That this body is sprinkled with flaws
That it’s stitched of imperfections
I am beautiful
My imperfections making this body perfectly beautiful
With no filters
No editing
No manipulation
I am purely beautiful
I can now say I’m perfect
I have learned perfection is the product of the imperfect
When they can finally say,
“I am beautiful.”
I am imperfectly beautiful.
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