Perfect.

That is such an impossible word.

As if

every

inch

of 

you 

is 

flawless.

See perfection is different in everyone's mind.

I am perfect,

not because I have the perfect body

or the perfect mind.

I am perfect

because I accept my flaws and embrace them.

I may be a bit anxious

but it makes me a hard worker.

And sometimes my OCD kicks in,

but in the end I am always ahead.

I'm neurotic and silly

and crazy and sweet.

 And because of all these imperfections,

I

am

flawless.