Who Am I?

I

Am

Perfect.

What is that you say?

How could you

No makeup, hair EvErYwHeRe, bags under your eyes from lack of sleep

Be PERFECT?

That isn't what I see...

When I look into the mirror, the soul of a young girl

Looks out at me through inoccent lashes.

Tiny hands reach up to untangle the locks cascading around the fragile face.

That face which is a singluar combination of a mother and father

Who love her.

Love.

It is what makes the world revolve, no?

So if I can see the love in myself,

Myself with no artificial additions,

Then

I.

Am.

Perfect.