Finally realizing I'm imperfectly perfect.
Listening not to those who put me down but to my own heart and ambitions.
Admiring every unique curve and scar on my body.
Wiping away every tear from my porcelain cheeks.
Loving myself for who I really am instead of who they want me to be.
Eternally grateful for my lord and savior who has made me this way.
Self hatred and self harm is how I started.
Self appreciation and self loving is how I'm ending.
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