Perfection

Everyday I look in the mirror and see a big disappointment, I absolutely hate what I see. My lovehandles, my stretch marks, and all my scars make me even angrier. I look around and all I see is skinny girls, when you look in magazines all you see is skin and bones. I think too myself why can't I look like those girls, why can't I be beatifully flawless like the models. No amount of makeup makes me feel beauiful. I am uncomfortable in my skin I do not like the way I feel at all. I am losing weight and I have made noticeable progress but I still have imperfect skin I will always be that big tall black girl. I try to hide behind my hard exterior I act like I have  no feelings and use humor, I try to act like nothing fazes me anymore. But then I realized that all humans are flawed in some way, no one is perfect absolutely no one, except for Beyonce she is flawless. I am happy with myself I am flawless.