Life is overwhelming
People always hating
Telling you to change
But isn't it not being perfect
What makes us human
I don't like the word imperfections
Especially when it comes to us
No one is perfect
But what they have is normal
People say imperfections are
Stretch marks
Too much fat
Too little fat
Uneven skin
Cut marks
Those are apart of life
Those are not imperfections
They are beautiful things
make you, you
Telling others to change
Their mind or their size
Is the only imperfection I see
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~Ash
