…including me.
I have flaws,
I have quirks,
and little idiosyncrasies.
I make mistakes.
I drop things.
I run into walls.
I stumble and fall.
I get bruises.
I have feelings that sometimes get hurt.
I cry, sometimes for no reason.
I bleed.
I’m not tall.
I’m not thin.
I have curves.
I’m not blond.
I don’t have flawless skin.
I am not pretty by model standards.
I’m not popular.
I’m invisible.
Nobody’s perfect.
I’m imperfect.
I’m okay with that.
All these things make up who I am.
I am not about to change just to fit in.
I am unique.
I am special.
I am just me.
Take me as I am,
because nobody’s perfect.