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.