I’m imperfect and i am proud.
Everyone has flaws everyone has to face them, even when they try to hide them.
I am build with imperfection, and it makes me someone who you don’t want to be, but this is me.
Let’s start from the top. on the tip of my head i grow my hair, that right now are very destroyed…too much dye, maybe bad care. Shifting my finger down my face, let’s talk about my face. Unregulated eyebrows, big bulbous nose with huge holes, my lip corners naturally are facing down unless i smile then i revile a small gap between my lower teeth. There’s lot of pores and sometimes red dots, but it’s my face and i love it the most. I’m still contused when it comes to my body…There’s more days i hate it then feel grace for it. I change my shirt and i see stretchmarks on one if my arms, arms that are floppy and droopy. My whole skin is covered in scars and red stars. I do have cellulite and i do have rolls on my back, “man” hands, big thighs…All of this is attached to me, am will never leave. And it’s alright. It’s just a spacecraft, in which inside is pounding your heart.