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.


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