Due to my idealistic nature
I contacted with perfection.
But perfection sent me away
many times
Its hard to realise
That Perfect never met with happiness.
Perfect only met with insecurity and sadness
But im not the sensible type
So i carried on with perfection and its well known friend
Addiction
To this day i fail to reach with perfection in every way
Because perfection doesn't exist to any eye
Its unreachable
And finally ive realised that im fine
With whatever skin,body, hair, weight or size
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Author:
ykeb16 (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2017 11:20
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Comments1
Good for you! A lot of people never get comfortable in their own body--weight and size/etc. Great write!
Thank you although I would say I am one of those people. I'm not always ok with the way I look/personality etc but in writing about it and sharing my pain or acceptance I hope other people can remember that it's okay not to be okay some days x x
Thanks for sharing that write. I feel that way too!
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