Coming to terms with me.
I want to be tall and slim. I am not.
I want to have perfect hair all the time. I do not.
I want men to find me beautiful. They do not.
I want to be the smartest of them all. I am not.
I want to dazzle people with my confidence and charm. I do not.
I want to be flawless. I will never be.
I am short and chubby. That’s okay.
I have crazy hair. I secretly love it.
Sometimes guys find me cute. I can live with that.
I am smart enough. That’s all I need.
I am socially inept and painfully awkward. It’s a good conversation starter.
I am flawlessly flawed. At least I’m perfect at something.
I want to be content with myself. I’m learning.