The Flawless Me

Mon, 01/19/2015 - 17:55 -- 15mkg

I look across and see,

A person staring back staring back at me.

She may call herself ugly,

She may tell herself she is weak,

But I think she is rather unique,

And as strong as one can be.

She may say she has failed

And slouch her shoulders in defeat.

I will push her shoulders back

And show her all she has achived.

She wasn't born perfect,

but has grown beautifully. 

I look across the mirror and see;

Myself, the flawlees me.

 

 

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