Without filters I am a person.

I feel naked

I cannot hide behind anything

Imperfections flood


I am someone who wants to fit in.

It’s frightening to have your flaws pointed out

Wait! Retake

My good side was not snapped


I am a person who doesn’t want to be afraid

My identity is revealed

I spot a pimple that cannot be erased

The angle is wrong


You think about it.

Other people have the same imperfections

Everyone is human

Being yourself is a hard thing

But deep down, everyones skeleton looks almost similar

Truth is, people judge you and it’s hard to not get upset

No one cares who you are unless you are pretty or dying


But this is my body

And I am perfectly content with it

I have perfect imperfections



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