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Jun 2017
I'm not perfect,
I also know I never will be.
And finally, I'm okay with that.

I wear my flaws upon my skin,
Proudly, because they make me who I am.

I'm perfectly imperfect, I'm me
I had a hard time discovering who I really was. I was insecure, and doubted myself.
I realise that we change over the course of a lifetime, and we all have out flaws.
Nobody is perfect, we all have our doubts and insecurities. It's okay to have Them, but they cannot define your life.
Alicia De Smet
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Alicia De Smet  Barcelona
(Barcelona)   
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