What makes me me

Maybe its my crooked smile

The way my sunglasses are always lopsided on my face

My crazy curly hair 

My moles spread across my face 

Maybe it’s my drive to strive for whatever I want to be 

My desire to help others to be who I know they can be 

My sense of humor, my loyalty 

In this day in age, women are always being compared to those in magazines and online 

It can be hard to remember that I am one of a kind 

I know I am not perfect, I’m not remotely trying to be 

Because I love who I am 

And I am already the perfect me