By MK   

She was a natural beauty that she was.
The body of a model, she was told by many.
She had beautiful, smooth, tan skin, long legs, and her height many people were jealous of.
Hazel green eyes.
Beautiful long, light brown curly hair.
Full pink, plump lips and long eyelashes.
A smile that makes people stop staring for a while. Many told her they were envious, jealous, bitter of her beauty.
Little did they know all she could see was her flaws, her imperfections, her scares.
The roughness to her skin.
The frizziness to her hair.
The chapedness to her lips.
The falling-out eyelashes.
The yellowness to her smile.
The scars to her face, back, chest, and arms.
Her big nose and the deepness to her voice.
The fatness to her belly and her tallness that she just hated.
She couldn’t help but see her flaws when looking at her twin, her copy, her replica.
She might be left-handed, but she is exactly the same.
The same stretch marks that she hated.
The same lower body fat that she can’t seem to shake.
Everything she hates is staring right back at her.
But as she grows, she slowly learns to love herself. Growing up, I hated my flaws.
But as I continue to grow, I’ve learned no one goes flawless.
So, embrace your flaws, your imperfections, and your scars.

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    I wrote this about the compliments I get, but no matter how many or how good the compliments are, I have always seen my flaws, imperfections, and scars.