What does it mean to be a human being?

Magazines and the media scream,

"YOU CAN BE FLAWLESS TOO!

(like our airbrushed models who have their own makeup guru)

AND DON'T FORGET TO TAKE OUR QUIZ

ON WHAT KIND OF BF YOUR BEAU IS!"

But, may I ask- Is this what humanity means?

That "Flawless" and  "Perfection," which we all strive to be-

Is defined by some frivilous Teen Vogue Magazine?

No- this cannot be the truth-

You can be perfect, and love your flaws too!

Whether it's wild curly hair

Or a different-colored stare,

You can embrace

everything about you, your own unique grace.

There's no point in comparing,

I've learned to stop caring

What magazines say I must do to be beautiful,

To be flawless,

and to be perfect.

Shakespeare once said, "Be true to thine own self."

and it has become my motto,

I've found the things that make me different

and watered them to see them grow, and explode,

until I exclaimed,

here I am world! Confidence bursts from me 

and I show off the flaws that I used to pretend I didn't see,

But now I love every freckle, every idiosyncrasy 

I can finally say that I am free

From the shackling conditions put on us by society.

No flaw is truly tragic once you realize

flaws make us different, 

flaws make us unique,

flaws make us beautiful,

flaws are what make you, you, and me, me. 

Perfection isn't the absence of these- 

more like the embracing.

I laugh in the face of my so-called tragic flaws,

I harness them, control them, make them my magic flaws.