Why I am Flawless

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I've done a lot of thinking, and I've decided that:
If everyone is flawed, maybe it is time to accept it.
Maybe it is time to stop pretending perfection exists.
Perhaps perfection exists in my dreams-
The Tall men on their white horses.
The red roses and the warm sunlight.
But-
I can say for certain that perfection does not exist here,
in my reality.
Perfection does not exist in my endless anxiety or in my ironic procrastination.
It does not exist in my forgetfulness or in the way that I bite my nails.
Not in the sunburned, depressed, stressed face of a teenage girl who hasn't slept in days.
Not in the dark heap of human I sometimes become at night, hugging my pillow and crying myself to sleep.

And, as you can see, perfection does not exist in this poem; I don't see a single rhyme.

But there are times when I feel perfect; 
Times that outweigh the imperfections.
When I wake up feeling incredible; with my hair in a bun and a smile on my face.
When I dance around my room in a bright pink dress.
When I make people smile after they thought they couldn't anymore.
When I feel powerful because I know that I can make a difference.
I start to think: maybe there is a sort of perfection in all of this imperfection. 
Human beings are capable of rich compassion, fierce determination.
We can build walls, create armies, start wars.
We can go to the moon, dream in color, make a change.
We can move mountains.
We are not all perfect; we are all flawed. 
We are all imperfectly perfect, just the way human beings are created to be.
Being Flawless is about knowing you are flawed,
But knowing that you are a bad-ass, life changing miracle of nature despite those flaws.

I am Haley Breshears;

                            I make mistakes.

                                                    I love deep and I fall hard;

                                                                                         I am flawless.

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