My body is less than perfect.

My eyes are just plain brown.

My hair lacks shine and luster.

Tattooed on my face is a frown.

I finally realize that there is

No one to impress.

No reason to pay attention

to make-up hair or dress.

So what if I weigh 215 pounds?

So what if my eyes are common?

So what if my hair is coarse?

So what if my smile is hidden?

I am me.

I love me.