Perfectly Imperfect.
"What is it that makes you flawless?" You ask.
For a long moment I am stumped.
What is it that makes me flawless?
If you search in the dictionary for the word
'flawless,' you'll see that it means:
'without blemishes or imperfections; perfect.'
I, on the other hand, believe that being
Flawless is the other way around; perfectly imperfect.
YES!
Accept your flaws!
Embrace them!
What makes me flawless is
the way I wake up in the morning;
with a bare face and frizzy hair.
It's the many curves on my body
And the way one of my eyes are bigger
than the other.
It's the meaty thighs that I own
Along with a noticeable mole on my right side.
It's the way I laugh a little too hard,
When I know I probably shouldn't have.
I could go on and on and on about just how
Perfectly imperfect I am because I am,
Without a doubt,
F L A W L E S S .
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