That is such an impossible word.
See perfection is different in everyone's mind.
I am perfect,
not because I have the perfect body
or the perfect mind.
I am perfect
because I accept my flaws and embrace them.
I may be a bit anxious
but it makes me a hard worker.
And sometimes my OCD kicks in,
but in the end I am always ahead.
I'm neurotic and silly
and crazy and sweet.
And because of all these imperfections,