A Poem to Myself

Darling

You delicately crafted

Beautifully flawed

Darling

Behind those distraught eyes, lies an unimaginable truth

The constant urge, the wanting, the struggle

To be loved

And to be accepted

But darling

Dearest darling

How can any other soul love you, if you haven't learned to love yourself?

Your flaws, your imperfections, your mistakes

They make you

They craft you

They are you

So when posed the question, what makes you flawless?

Darling, look in the mirror

At the very same mirror you used to run away from

When the kids would pick on you, and tease you

And trample over your heart and soul

I want you to look in it, and finally find you

Those hideous acne scars

Those never ending battle wounds

The mole placed in the middle of your forehead

Not to mention the jungle god gave you as eyebrows

And the dinosaur bones, known as teeth

Darling, stop crying over them

Look at them

Embrace them

Laugh at them

If you don't, your fears will

And you will forever be held back by the very thought of them

Darling, I want you to love yourself

Because only you, can prove to others just how flawless you are

A flawless girl, who in fact, lives in her very flaws

And she accepts them

She loves them

She is them