I look in the mirror And what do I see?
I see an imperfect girl staring back at me.
Many flaws do I have, I hate looking at my face,
There are many better girls that could take my place.
I take 100 selfies,
There is not one I like.
All I see are imperfections,
God, I hate myself.
I don’t feel pretty unless I’m wearing a ton of makeup.
I feel myself needing a wakeup
My eyes are finally opened,
My heart is no longer broken
I am perfectly imperfect, though I have many flaws.
I don’t need to look like “her” to get your applause.
My imperfections are worth more than your perfection
Because I am me, and I am fine with my complexion.
I don’t need filters on my photos,
To feel beautiful or get your affection.
If you don’t like the real me, you can hit the road.
I am beautiful in my own way, there is nothing more you can say.
I love my flaws more than ever
They make me who I am,
And who I am is beautiful.
I am perfectly imperfect.