Flawless Flaws


I don't wear make-up.

Yes, I'm a girl. 

But I don't wear make-up.

It's not that absurd.


The powder is itchy.

Mascara's a pain.

Eyeliner is nasty.

Lipstick leaves a stain.


I've got nothing against make-up.

Except that it's hard.

I'm not lazy

Or perfect.

Just flawed.


And I like my flaws.

All. All.

They're what makes me me.


My pimple near my nose.

My scar on my cheek.

My acne scars on my forehead

were there since I was three.


I don't wear make up

because I like my flaws.


They're a part of me.

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