perfection
as a little girl, I dreamt of being beautiful. What was beauty in the first place?
A view of a woman made from a man expected to look, talk, walk, and breathe in their way.
You wouldn't be deemed perfect unless you could fit the criteria.
now see perfection in a woman's eyes: no bra, hunched over and enjoying a carton of ice cream.
most people would originally see laziness or unhealthy habits correct? we see comfortability, we see vulnerability.
it takes a lot for me to show my messy insecure side to someone, which only comes around when I trust you.
So perfection isn't hairless long tan legs, hair pinned back, and a full face of makeup done.
perfection is what makes you feel comfortable in your own skin. so yeah I think we are all pretty perfect.
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