I've gotten to accept the flaws that reflect upon looking at my own flesh
I've grown immune to feeling self concious
I never do
I find that my crooked nose and funky smile
Are so oddly beautiful in a certain way
My eyes sit deep noticeably dark and hollow
Unproportioned
Unaligned
The wierd scars the dent and jump throughout my skin
I assure you im not full of myself nonetheless feel any uncertainty
Oh but inside of the shell im destined to live in
Is the most important, sacred, strongest thing of all
A soul
Still so beautiful nothing could change my mind not the time nor the age
Or the eyes that will never know the definition of love and beauty