My incapacity to despise my flaws

is what makes me flawless.

After all, my defects subject me

to who I am and who I want to be.

There is beauty in accepting imperfections

and rather than feeling incomplete,

I fill my emptiness with affection

because the only one who sees my reflection,

is me. 

If I continuously search for my own flaws

and attempt to unearth ways to "fix" them

I will always find shortcomings in myself,

which is why my flawlessness

is constructed of my entirety and bliss.