Imperfectly Me
I'm not perfect,
Far from it actually.
My thighs are too big,
My butt too wide.
I'm insecure,
Brutally honest,
and painfully shy.
I feel inferior to beautiful women around me,
With perfect bodies,
and perfect hair.
I feel lonely,
Even with loved ones near.
I'm not a genius,
I'm not mindblowingly smart.
I'm not an artist,
or musician,
or even a writer.
But I shouldn't feel this way,
For I am ME.
Imperfectly ME.
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