Sometimes I look in the mirror and think "What if I were not the same?"
What if my body had a better shape, my skin was a different color, or I had a different name?
Would I still look into the mirror and wonder these same old things?
Or would I be content and want to remain that way?
Nobody is perfect, that is a fact
But I am who I am, and I am fine with that.
Others may point out all of my imperfections
But only I can truly see my reflection.
So as I gaze back into my own eyes
I see what is truly inside.
So let them say what they want to about how I'm flawed.
Because I know that I'm flawless, no matter what I am called.