Today I looked at myself in front of the mirror- but this time, I really looked.
I looked at the way the corner of my eyes crinkled when I smiled. That one dimple that graced my right cheek, the fine, black hair that curled upwards. Some parts of my hair are shiny and other parts dull. I noticed the small scars that littered on my skin from an everyday hard task. Some hold good memories; ones that cannot be forgotten. The natural stretch mark of a girl changing that was drawn on my skin, the freckles on my hands that are littered like stars in the sky. The different shades of skin tone on my arms, neck, legs and face.
I noticed everything, the flaws, the imperfections, and I smiled. That's me and I'm proud of myself. No one is perfect, but I am imperfectly perfect and I am beautiful in my own, unique way.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
