It didn’t happen overnight, in a day or suddenly.
It happened ever so gradually over years of being told that I am smart and beautiful that at some moment it just made perfect sense.
It happened after years of me proving to myself I am so awesome that when Beyoncé said she woke up like this, FLAWLESS was the only word that could describe us.
To be FLAWLESS like me you need an attitude. I say it with a nod, eyebrow raise, and coquettish grin. Worthy of your respect and admiration is that I say it because I believe it.
I am what I am.
So what if my hair is a mess and this pair of jeans isn’t doing me any favors or today my style got called hobo?
So what if my acne just won’t go away and I’m feeling a bit dumb cuz those Bs (not even As) aren’t coming easy? Aint none of that matter cuz I’m
Those things are part of what I look like but they don’t define me.
Someone out there loves my hair and wishes they could fit into my jeans and doesn’t care about how I dress.
Someone out there can find the Little Dipper in their pimples and would kill to have the privilege to get Bs at a private, selective school on a full tuition scholarship like me.
Yeah, I’m FLAWLESS cuz for every “flaw” or imperfection or shortcoming,
I have something so great that it doesn’t even matter.
What can matter when I’m FLAWLESS?
Especially when I am FLAWLESS where it matters most.
I’m so damn stunning the camera can’t even capture how gorgeous I am half the time.
I’m going to look back one day and feel so proud of what I contributed to the world.
I care about people
I give it my all when I’m here
I deserve what I have because I put myself through a lot to get it.
I can achieve great things.
I do achieve great things.
I know all of this which is why I repeat on the daily
for all of those that might not see it so clearly:
I woke up like this