I have scars

That bring up memories

I have stretch marks

That reminds me of what I have lost

I have wrinkles

That reveals my age

I have curves

That size won’t fit

I have freckles

That won’t go away

I have gray hair

It’s just not fair

I have deformities

I hope they don’t stare

I have disabilities

Please stop feeling bad for me

I am imperfect

I have flaws

I can’t change the way I look

I can’t change the way I am

Acceptance

Judged

Hurt

Betrayed

Loneliness

Scared

I am imperfect

But it’s okay

Because we are also imperfect

Our hearts define us

Not our flaws

There is beauty in everyone

Don’t be ashamed of who you are

Don’t let someone define you by your

Looks

By your shape

By your age

By your wealth

But by your heart

So I’m proud to say

That I’m perfectly imperfect

In the most perfect way