I have never been perfect nor will I ever be. I see every scar, every bit of fat on my body. I see the indents on my thighs. I see every blemish on my face. I see every flaw on my body but that doesn't mean that one day someone won't see all these flaws and love me more for them. Because every scar tells a story and every bit of fat shows that I'm human. Every dent in my thighs shows that my body has grown with the rest of me. Every blemish on my skin may be beautiful to someone else. Every flaw can be perfection if seen from a different perspective. But for now I have my insecurities. But someday when I'm happy I'll look back and remember when I cried and got so mad over them only to laugh because someone has shown me my true beauty. And its okay if that person is a guy who I fall for and its okay if its my best friend. Its even okay if that person is me.
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In My Mind
LosoweJust how what I'm thinking and how I feel. Some days it may be happy but others it may be depressing. It all depends on my mood.
