I wish there were no mirrors
That everything was matte
So there was nothing
To judge yourself against
Society's distorted, distended, sad
Idea of perfection
Being perfect is being unique
Not your conformity to specific standards and qualifications
Trying to tailor yourself
To an i and foolish mold
Forced onto us from childhood
You are perfect as you are
And anyone who says otherwise
Is a fool not to love you