Perfectly Imperfect
Hashtag let me take a selfie!
Sike, that’s not like me
With no filter, I’m no gem
I look more like mother hen
Lots of imperfections
Never get rid of them
Looking in the mirror
The girl inside, I can hear her
“You look fat”
“And that’s that”
Pimples upon pimples
And the occasional wrinkle
Things I struggle with every day
How do I change this, oh hey!
Learn to love myself
Even if others don’t
Ill love it, since others won’t
Who are they to say otherwise?
I love my stomach, I love my legs
I love my teeth, I love my face
There used to be many imperfections
And I still see them perfectly
But I am imperfect, in the most perfect way
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