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from crooked smiles.

to unsymmetrical faces.

and stretch marks, scars, and spots.

i love the authenticity of those who are natural, unaltered, and unfiltered. those who are unashamed of the imperfection that is sprinkled across their bodies. i’ve always been drawn to these kinds of people. for i feel right at home when i’m with them, like that cozy chair you love to sit in after a long day’s work.

there is a realness in one’s flaws. there is a perfection that lays within the confident display of the imperfect.

i often look at my face in the mirror — and see my wide eyes, my imperfect teeth, my uneven lip shape, and the mismatched hues of my lips — and feel beautiful. authentic. unique.

my wide eyes help me to see, my imperfect teeth help me to smile, my uneven lips help me give kisses, and the mismatched hues of my lips remind me of a sweet mixture of chocolate and strawberry.

there is no one on this planet that looks exactly like me. i am one of a kind. i will wear this face proudly. and love it dearly. always.

i love imperfection because i am imperfect.

imperfection is beautiful.

imperfection is strong.

imperfection is authentic.

and i am beautiful.

i am strong.

i am authentic.