Defintion of flawless: without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect.

Well, Beyonce begs to differ.

It's an outdated notion I choose to reject. 

I have something for the world to consider:

 

The stars shine every night,

Brighter in some places than in others, 

Constellations are a beautiful, constant sight.

We see a sky full of wonders. 

But the stars- they aren't perfect.

They may shine bright, 

They may draw pictures,

They may even guide you home,

But far from perfect are they,

And far from perfect am I.

 

"A face without freckles is like a night without stars"

I embrace my freckles like how we embrace the stars.

 

My hair is almost always messy- but I like it like that.

My nails are chewed and unpainted- but that's who I am.

My skin is not clear- but I view the marks as battle scars.

My stomach could be smaller, my butt could be bigger,

My hair could be longer, my legs could be thinner.

My mind could be clearer, I could be smarter.

My life could be more fun, I could worry less.

 

Well. Should've, could've, would've.

 

The only person that is allowed to point out my flaws is me.

The only person capable of bringing me down is myself.

The only person I can be better for is myself. 

The only person I can try harder for is myself.

 

So. Who has the right to tell me I'm not perfect?

Who has the right to tell me that I have blemishes?

Who has the right to tell me I am less than I believe myself to be?

Nobody.

 

I am strong.

I am independent.

I am beautiful.

I am flawless.