There's something so beautiful about the little dimples on your faces, the scars embarked onto your skin, the stretch of your skin illuminating on your thighs, the dents on your butt and the wrinkles creased around your eyes.
They're disgusting, and we hate 'em.
That's why we avoid our smiles, conceal our scars, smother coconut butter on our stretch marks, make sure our butts are not revealed, and that we don't laugh hard enough to squint our eyes.
Perhaps those minor flaws are what make you unique. There's a story behind every scar.
Like your parents loved your cheeks so much that they'd poke 'em to form those dimples.
When you had the chicken pox and scratched uncontrollably but you don't remember because you were three years old at the time, or perhaps that phase when you were breaking out as a teenager.
The time when you either lost or gained weight. Maybe you have even given birth.
Those moments when you had the cheesiest smiles for all of your photos, or laughed with your eyes squinted.
We weren't born to be perfect, and we will never be perfect.
Until the day we accept that there is no such thing as perfection or normality, maybe then we would simply see the beauty through everything.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so who made up these rules anyway?
A little bit of scars here and there won't hurt (just make sure you don't get too much lol).
"Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem."
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