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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