Perfect Imperfections
I am not perfect.
My hair has knotts
and i like to bite my nails.
I have a crooked tooth
and it sticks out a little.
I like my legs and my feet aren't too big,
but I have this weird toe that goes of to the right,
well... i like that toe too.
I never liked wearing my glasses,
because they make my eyes look small.
I'm not perfect
because when I laugh somtimes I snort a little
my friends think its funny
and when I take selfies
one out of a thousand I'll keep.
sometimes I wonder if I even look like a girl
well if I dont...
I'm one beatiful boy.
I'm not perfect.
I'm far from it.
my friends arent perfect.
I dont think anyone is.
but beauty isn't defined by perfection,
but by what we see behind those such lovely imperections.
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