At 30 years old I have learned to love my imperfections
Not to ever again grimace at the sight of my reflection
The way I am is exactly the way that God meant for me to be
All my imperfections are really exclamation marks of beauty
From the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes
From my half cocked grin to the curve of my nose
From the size of my boobs to the color of my skin
These things only accentuate my light that shines from within
If you don't like what you see when you look at me simply divert your gaze away
Because the beauty of my smile just may make another persons day
If the sway of my hips is not to your liking, oh well, so what
Because I guarantee that someone else loves looking at my butt
Besides all that, what really counts is how much I love what I see
And you will never know the joy I feel over just being me
Just thinking of me puts a smile on my face that no other could evoke
Imagining myself as someone else makes me gag and choke
Don't get me wrong, I'm a work in progress, always striving for that perfection
But before you can truly improve your mind body and soul you must love the current reflection
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3 comments:
I need to take this into stride! Good poem!!!
I like your poem. It is healthy to recognize and appreciate what we're blessed with even as we work for improvement.
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