My flaws make me flawless.
My freckles, usually covered by makeup, are beautiful.
My natural hair, a genetic mutation, is beautiful.
My curves, or most would say extra weight, are beautiful.
My voice, slightly tacky with a country slur, is beautiful.
My braces, slowly straightening my teeth, are beautiful.
My personality, although sometimes too loud, is beautiful.
The things that make me different- the things usually considered flaws by most people- are the things that make me beautiful. I am flawless because my flaws are beautiful.
I am beautifully flawed.