Age 13, my face was full of blemishes.
Age 14, I had to get glasses.
Age 15, I wanted perfect skin.
Age 16, I screamed, "Screw perfection!".
I now tell myself a lot of things that I wish someone had told me then.
I know now that I'm no where close to the perfection I sought back then and I'm fine with it.
I know now that I'm beautiful and God makes no mistakes.
At age 13, I wish I had known that there are people in this work who would kill for my skin; my melanin is so powerful that it causes others to stare in awe.
Rich like chocolate and smooth like caramel.
At age 14, I wish I had known that my glasses are unique; so rare, just like myself.
I'm able to see a whole new world through a better and clearer perspective.
At age 15, I wish I had know that my hair is incredibly versatile; so much to do with it, so little time.
Every strand has a story and it shares it while blowing in the wind.
At age 16, I'm proud of myself.
This world is my canvas adn I'm a living piece of art.
The world is an art museum and I'm on full display.
I'm not pefect but God makes no errors; I'm the way I should be.
My confidence and higher self esteem is what makes me flawless.