The more flaws the better. For my smile holds no perfection, but it defenitely won the election of my most prized possession. And in my small collection, I take pride in what I've become, and everything I ever wanted, to have grown from slum, into a beautiful flower with dreams beyind the lights. I had every given right to believe I wasn't right for beliveing in me, and the act of even reaching for what I couldn't see. And even still I smiled, with no clue how, but look at me now with my geniuine smile.. Im flawless.