Posted in original, self / self esteem

Unperfect

She couldn’t fit the standard of society

So she stopped trying to be it’s impossible beauty

She walked lighter and judged herself less

She didn’t care if others thought she was a mess

She no longer waited to be called beautiful

She was unperfect and for her, this was more acceptable

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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