Real Flawless

I am flawless because I know that I am not perfect
I understand that perfection is unnecessary, unattainable, and unentertaining
I am flawless because I am real
I know that real is necessary, attainable, and entertaining
These hands have done work
They have plucked dandelions
They have taken pen to paper
They are callused and dry and complete with mediocrely painted nails
But they are real
This body is not skinny
This body is not pale or delicate
This body is short and strong and has muscles and fat and stretch marks and scars
But it is real
This skin has acne
This skin is oily
This skin is not porcelain or ebony or glowing in any sense of the word
But it is real
My hands have held and caressed and touched and hit and smothered and my hands have been held and caressed and touched and hit and smothered
My hands have lived a life entirely separate from my own
My body has danced and acted and wept and jumped and run and tripped and face planted
My body has lived complementarily to my soul
My skin has stretched and smiled and burned and scarred and seen far too much sunlight
My skin is a home
I am flawless because I know where my flaws lie, and I choose to never let them hold me back
I am strong
I am fierce
I am flawless
No one will ever convince me otherwise
 

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