Naked

Exposed

Naked

Vulnerable to insult

With his x-ray vision he saw through my imperfections

And looked into something beautiful.

He saw parts of me I kept hidden.

Things I threw into a box marked shame.

There was nothing good there

Just the bad

And the ugly

Or so I thought.

Anything I believed was too big

Or felt was too small

Whatever didn't look right

Or just didnl't seem to fit

All parts of me no one else had seen

Things I never saw as worth seeing

But he saw them

And showered me with compliments clouded by my insecurities

He said words that were foreign to me.

Words like

Pretty

Perfect

Beautiful

That sinful scar

Perfect

Every ugly curve

Beautiful-

Every scandalous scratch

Pretty

And then I saw that the imperfections really were perfect.

This poem is about: 
Me

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