Perfectly, Flawless Me
My hair, my face
My body, my teeth
My elbows, my skin
My ears, my grin
My laugh, my nails
My feet, my growls
May seem flawed to some,
But perfect is how I like to describe them.
Why change who I am
For someone else's satisfaction?
I love myself the way I am.
Theres no better me alive.
Who cares what anyone thinks of me.
I love feeling free to act however I want.
Free to pick how I feel and what I wear.
Free to be who I am and still love myself.
Free to not have to go with the flow.
Free to not judge myself.
Free to feel perfect just the way I am.
And I am perfect. Inside and out.
Because I was made this way.
I can conquer the world in my toe shoes.
I can make the world better in sweat pants.
I am flawless because every morning I wake up,
I BELIEVE that I am a perfectly, flawless me.
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