Here is poem I thought of on a whim. It's quite fitting considering the title. 😊
Scars, bruises, scratches that align the arms -- they should on display
Nervously smile as people stare with judgment, but yet understand fully
They realize their scars and all on their bodies, realizing their self-consciousness too
These scars and imperfections are some things that never fade -- they alter our perspectives
Seeing smooth skin and flawless hair that flows seems surreal
It's imperfectly perfect to some, but others think it's impossible
Seeing white and grey hairs growing in your hair, eyeglasses and scars on the skin
Imperfectly perfect
Be imperfectly perfect by your speech, walk, sight, smell, whatever you have, you own it
Own that you're imperfectly perfect
Live happily in your skin; your laugh, your voice is yours
Never blame yourself for you -- imperfectly perfect
Be happy, be you...imperfectly perfect
Scars, bruises, scratches that align the arms -- they should on display
Nervously smile as people stare with judgment, but yet understand fully
They realize their scars and all on their bodies, realizing their self-consciousness too
These scars and imperfections are some things that never fade -- they alter our perspectives
Seeing smooth skin and flawless hair that flows seems surreal
It's imperfectly perfect to some, but others think it's impossible
Seeing white and grey hairs growing in your hair, eyeglasses and scars on the skin
Imperfectly perfect
Be imperfectly perfect by your speech, walk, sight, smell, whatever you have, you own it
Own that you're imperfectly perfect
Live happily in your skin; your laugh, your voice is yours
Never blame yourself for you -- imperfectly perfect
Be happy, be you...imperfectly perfect
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