What does that mean?
To have no scars, to have no fault
To fit a mold, perfect and clean
To please the aesthetic senses
Especially the sight.
I am not flawless, it remains a rare jewel
I have yet to possess.
But my chips and scrapes don’t faze me
My desire for perfection does not make me
I don’t need a mirror to tell me
I am secure within myself
I am strong against your mirrors and idols
My beauty lies elsewhere
Of perfection I do not care
My faults are apart of me
They make me who I am
I am strong.