The faces, the bodies, the power is out there.

I wonder, will I ever matter? Will I be remembered?

I feel down, because I fear that a life of importance will never be mine,

but then I look in the mirror and what do I see?

Big blue eyes, with a little bit of yellow. They have a thick border I got from my dad. 

They say your eyes are windows to your soul, and Im amazed at the detail there is in something so small.

I have freckles, almost a million I would say. I used to hate them, but they now make me.

When you spend too much time thinking about what you lack, or should have, you tend to miss what you do have.

I may not be a 5'10 model, but my ability to serve is out of this world.

I may have love-handles, and a lazy eye, but the love I can share is worth more than it all.

Something Im learning, is that I do not have to be perfect to be fierce, because in the end perfection is all the same. 

If I am perfect, what makes me any more powerful? The little quirky things I have are what make me me. I am powerful, I am unique and I am the only me. 

I am flawless, because I am ME.