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Elke Boon Dec 2019
While reaching toward the ideal, depending on uncertainty, falling into the imperfection
I originally worte this in Dutch so I had to translate it :/ it’s bad I know
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Just as over the course
of a year, the seasons change,
inevitably, over the course
of life, a woman's body will change.

The photoshopped
supermodel on the cover
of a fashion magazine
is an 'ideal' that does not exist.

While the allure of
youth & vitality cannot
be denied, neither can
the appreciation for time & experience.

It's the honorable path
walked by
all maidens
& matriarchs.

A path that comes with
blemishes,
cellulite,
scars & stretchmarks.

Wrapped
in every
shape,
size & skin color.

Yet, it's these so-called
'imperfections'
that render her
fascinating & unique.

A paragon of feminal
physique, so luminously
patterned &
intrinsically beautiful.
Kintsugi, also known as Kintsukuroi, is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.
Julianna Dec 2019
I’m still a liar
I still lie to you
it doesn’t matter
when, why, or who
I’m still working
on trusting others
but I’m really just
learning to trust myself
Robby Nov 2019
How do you feel
When you trained yourself not to
I’m sorry
I don’t want you to hurt
That’s not what I’m going for
I just **** up a lot
Forgive me now
And forgive me when I ***** up again
My imperfections run deep
c Nov 2019
We are falling in love with ourselves
The way we are imperfectly perfect
And how we are made
for something bigger than this moment
Noah Smith Nov 2019
All I want is a chance to prove to anyone, I’m worth it.
Still broken…

Dark nights; ghosts dance, mind screams: HYPOCRITE.
Still Broken…

My sins before me flayed, staring into the fire.
STILL BROKEN.

My angels demons betrayed, alone I face their ire.
STILL BROKEN.

Teary eyes raised, solution searching.
STILL BROKEN.

Corruptions blazed, damnation lurking.
still broke…




still human




But that’s ok.
© Dysphoria, 2019
Poet X Nov 2019
it's quite a challenge for me
to look in the mirror and not point out
all the things about my body
I wish to change.

the first thing I see are my imperfections
and I wonder what kind of peace
what kind of universe
could exist where I don't feel this way.

Probably one
with no mirrors.
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