I used to despise the slope of my nose,

swooping out instead of in, almost beaky

from a quarter view. I loathed

the slight width of my face,

permanently ensuring that I will be

 mistaken for 14, and my brown eyes,

a color overlooked in the yearbook,

cerulean blue smiling under "Prettiest Eyes".

It wasn't until I could

meet my gaze in a mirror,

and peer into the soul windows of others

that I learned: if you seek your reflection in the dirt,

all you're going to see is shit.

I have an open, heart shaped face

to match the heart on my sleeve,

 a sharp, slightly beaky nose that nothing can evade,

and big brown eyes

that communicate my beliefs

better than any form of telepathy.

 I don't have conventional dimples,

 but I have one in my chin,

like Anne Frank.

I am loyal to a fault, independent,

but fond of sharing; a lover of musicals,

nineties bands and terrible puns.

 No amount of dimples, or

light concealing half of my face,

could ever change that.