"Perfection"
I am beauty.
I may not look like it
I may feel like it
But I am beauty.
Beneath the pimples,
the wavy hair,
beneath the 25% body fat and the way my thighs tough
I am the feeling of joy on Christmas morning,
I am the perfect sunset over the Pacific
I am so much more..
but all you see is
the Unperfect hair with the
Unperfect face and the
Unperfect body.
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