Perfect Imperfections

Dear  Human,

I love every freckle and permanent scar
I love these because they make you who you are
I love your acne or when your stomach doesn't lay flat
Because your imperfections are what make you perfect no matter what others say about that
We are humans who seek perfection, but sometimes we have to step back and accept what marred us.
Alone perfection is out of our reach
So accept the physical flaws because they make our bodies complete.
They tell our stories in ways words never can.
Yet we criticize people for a bodily appearance they didn't choose and can't change.
You are quick to judge others without being willing to judge yourself
You need glasses if you're too blind to see their worth with or without perfect health.


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