Pixie Cut

When I wake up I look in my mirror and see the

Most real version of myself

Dark circles

Crazy Bed head

Drool on the side of my mouth 

And freckles everywhere

Even though I see my imperfections in the morning

I don’t cover them up

I’m happy to show them

I wash my face and go out the door

Ready for whatever wants to face me

I’m glad for the imperfections I have

They make me

Me.

They make me

Human.

I don’t seek anyone’s approval

I only look to be worthy to myself 

By having confidence in myself

I become appealing to

Everyone around me.

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