Who said you’re not perfect?
Who said you weren’t worth it?
Every imperfection seen by eye’s, which peer upon the looking-glass, failing to see perfection in seeming flaws,
Life from imaginations bare essence creating a being so complex it views every misstep with the bitterness of regret
Due to a vision clouded by ranted eye’s which will never realize their own perfection,
Even though the mirror faithfully teaches the lesson,
“you are beautiful”
You are, in all your flaws,