The Imperfectionist

I am not freckled, ou that is a beauty,
I am flawed
I knock off things and spill the milk
I break the rules sometimes, make mistakes not twice but several

I cry over things big and small
I break down and stay down a little too long
I run, fall and bruise up

Visible and invisible scars, badges of my life
I have bad hair days and still walk with my shoulders square

So to say, I think me first and worry less about "societal judges"

From the diary of the unapologetic imperfectionist.
I am one, are you?

(Image is mine.)