PERFECTLY IMPERFECT

Picture taken by my cousin Biak Props

You’re thin, you’re fat;
you’re tall, you’re short;
you’re dark, you look too pale;
you’re pretty, you’re ugly;
you’re loud, you’re quite;
why does it matter?
Some are born in golden platter,
some other earn to survive a day;
some still struggles,
some became a millionaire,
the rest a commoner.
Why can’t you be more like them?
The question we all despise,
the main source of our insecurities.
Let’s break the barrier now
leave no room for judgements in mind,
for each one is unique,
no two were made the same;
it is time to live in your terms,
not in fear of what one would say,
for you are perfectly imperfect
just the way you are.

Perfection, the one thing we all longed for I am also part of that but as I got older I’ve learned that my imperfections makes me who I am and that is what perfection is. 💝

Happy readings 🙃

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