The physical is the first impression

Regardless of what facades we pursue

Though it may not be the determining factor

To say it plays no part is untrue

Yet we pump the media with the ideal image

Airbrushed to perfection, Photoshopped to the extreme

We allow these images to burrow into our minds

And scold ourselves for not looking like a dream

But I refuse to buy into this mindset

That extra pounds and differences are to be hated

Somehow, our imperfections developed that name

Somehow, self-love became outdated

Well, I am flawless in my difference

Let every extra curve attest to that being true

For we are perfect in our imperfections

Your beauty is in the eye of the beholder and the beholder is you