What are Flaws?
I'll choose the frizzy, curly hair over permantely straightening it any day.
I don't wanna lose the beautiful hair I've been given.
The days when I wake up with bags under my eyes,
are the same days I push myself to not wear make-up.
If others can see that I have bad days,
then maybe they'll feel better about theirs too.
Whenever I want to wear sweats to hide my body,
I put on my favorite sun dress.
I've been given this beautiful and wonderful body,
so I refuse to ever be ashamed of it.
I have plenty of flaws,
but it's how I use them that makes me flawless.
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