I don't wake up perfect


I don't wake up perfect

and my teeth aren't white

but if there's one thing I'm proud of

it's my ability to leave the house looking imperfect

I don't scrutinize the blemishes,

or the curls in my hair

or the stretch marks on my breasts

on my arms, on my belly, on my thighs

I find happiness in my dimples

and joy in my laugh

I find wisdom in my sun spots

and experience in my eyebrows

I see roses in my cheeks

and comfort in my skin

strength in my legs

and curves on my hips

I see a girl who isn't a size 0

I see a girl who is size 22

but if there is more of my body

then there is more to love

I love my body, indefinitely

because I don't wake up perfect


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