Perfectly Imperfect

What is perfection?

Is it the flawless skin, hair, face, body?

Or is it the flawed version of all that?

Do the mistakes on me, make me

Perfect

Or

The opposite

Will comparing and shaming my image make me perfect?

No.

It will make me more uglier.

Rather than becoming a copycat robot

Like everyone else

It's best to be the original you that you can be

I am my mistakes and my flaws

I eat them up like a full course meal

For I finally accepted the truth about perfection.

It's a flawed system with no way out.

Once you're in the idea, you can never escape

The lies

I am the acne scars on my body

The bags under my eyes

The hairs all over it,

But the beauty of it all

Is not beauty itself

But acceptance for the way I look and am

There's no one in the world like me

I chose to be the best me that I can

What do you choose?

Do you choose to strive on perfection

or

Be perfectly imperfect.