Imperfectly Perfect
Perfection. Beautiful. Flawless. Astounding. Ugly. Imperfect. Horrid. Worthless.
We grab these labels off of others we see and stick them to ourselves.
They build us up and rip us down.
Why label ourselves with simple words, when we are all so complex?
The small quirks that make us who we are, the ones we cannot describe in simple words.
The ones we toss aside and deem as unworthy.
The imperfect qualities that will make us all perfect in our own way.
The way you laugh, and the way your mind works with every thought, making something so breathtaking, out of this world, and completely yours.
No one on this earth is like you, and no one is as imperfectly perfect and flawless as you are in your own way.
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