Less Flaws, More Awes


There was a face

A face I analyzed like a dissection

 Blemished with scars and beauty marks

Stained with exhaustion and fear

Consumed by society’s ideals

A face that did not realize what it was worth


 Masked behind all of the makeup

Behind the forced smiles

The tears running down when no one was looking

There was me

A girl at the age of fourteen

Consumed with fitting in


Throughout my life

I have become used to my face

My one dimple

The scar above my left eyebrow

The beauty mark above my lip

I knew my face

But I knew my imperfections even better


Society forced me to see my imperfections clearly

To wish I was a celebrity in the magazine

To cover my freckles so they would go unnoticed

To starve myself skinny

To hate myself


It wasn’t until the age of sixteen when I realized there was more to life than beauty

Instead of focusing on my imperfections

 I focused on things I liked about myself

Like the unique color of my eyes

My outgoing personality

My strength and determination


My imperfections soon faded to the back of my mind

I noticed how far my talents will get me in life

How strong my attributes are

How having a perfect life will give you no stories to tell

And how flawless I actually am


As I look at my face now

I see courage, strength and commitment

I see a face that is not scared

That is content with its imperfections

And will do all it takes to be successful

And of course, will have amazing stories to tell


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