I have my
imperfections.
My legs are too short and my
fingers are stubby.
My eyes are awkward.
My stomach isn't totally flat.
I have scars on my wrists, knees, hands, and stomach.
My right thumb is shorter than my left thumb by an inch.
My hair can't decide if it wants to be blonde or brown.
I have my imperfections.
But so does the next person.