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#perfections
I wear Mismatched socks— yellow and blue. Tie my hair off-center, A quiet defiance Against the perfection Society demands They call it chaos. I call it freedom. To me, Imperfections are beautiful.
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Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC
Little Imperfections
Don't let other people define you; Don't let the fear of perfections and failures; Hold you back. You will make mistakes; But that is a part of growing. Be who you are; Don't give up.
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 7:02 PM UTC
Part Of Growing
Nothing matters to me I might as well be In a different galaxy I’m disconnected from reality I sleep my nights dreaming I could be someone else And lose sight of me I hate my anatomy Chemical bonds gone wrong And I choose to dissect Each and every one I never lose focus when I criticize My imperfections I intend to improve myself But that won’t change my perception And there you go I figure you’re prefect In every sense of the word Nothing can stop you Not even the cosmos themselves But you’re just like me A flawed human In this world full of impurities We bend like metal And sway Wherever the wind takes us That’s the price we pay Each and every day Our insecurities Hide the best of us But we wake up in the morning And continue life But one thing for sure We’ll keep fighting   Until we perish Life can be beautiful Never forget it
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
Hello
Dear potential lover                  When you fall in love with me Make sure to love the way,                             my face dulls on gloomy days;                       like a rose in autumn.                                       And fall for my muddy brown eyes,               that take you to worlds with distant skies;     eyes like fields of adventure.                            My stretch marks, scattered simultaneously, like strokes of a brush set wild and free;         their colour of clouds with silver lining.        Fall for my unpainted nails, the plain sort     stubby, and cut almost too short;                     nails made for playing in the soil.                       Love my tummy, un-flat and not so lean,       the kind you don’t see in magazines;               a tummy with gentle hills.                                               Admire the way I look,                                       lost, snuggled up in a book;                               the way I stare at the trees,                                 my fine hair playing with the breeze;               love my excessive day-dreaming                       and my serenity on afternoon walks.               Dear potential lover: Love all of me;           My perfections                           and my imperfections               and my perfect imperfections.                    Shayma.                                                  .
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Dear Potential Lover
Dear potential lover                  When you fall in love with me Make sure to love the way,                             my face dulls on gloomy days;                       like a rose in autumn.                                       And fall for my muddy brown eyes,               that take you to worlds with distant skies;     eyes like fields of adventure.                            My stretch marks, scattered simultaneously, like strokes of a brush set wild and free;         their colour of clouds with silver lining.        Fall for my unpainted nails, the plain sort     stubby, and cut almost too short;                     nails made for playing in the soil.                       Love my tummy, un-flat and not so lean,       the kind you don’t see in magazines;               a tummy with gentle hills.                                               Admire the way I look,                                       lost, snuggled up in a book;                               the way I stare at the trees,                                 my fine hair playing with the breeze;               love my excessive day-dreaming                       and my serenity on afternoon walks.               Dear potential lover: Love all of me;           My perfections                           and my imperfections               and my perfect imperfections.                    Shayma.                                                  .
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I want to be a place you call 'home' Do you know what's the meaning of 'home' itself? Home is a place you always keep coming back, no matter how far you could go Home is a place you always gonna miss, no matter how messy it could get with its imperfections with its messiness And I don't want to be a five-starred hotel-or a mall, for you with its perfections with its glamorous with its beauty But you can always leave them, anytime you want Because it's just a place you passed by, just a place you enjoy, you look at, for short periods of time, then you leave it behind I want to be a home, for you with my own imperfections, with my own messiness, Because I want you to keep coming back to me, no matter how far you could go And you'll always gonna miss me, because I'm your home.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Home
Have you ever looked at something for so long that after a while you start to see every flaw and mistake there is in it A young teen girl looked at herself in the mirror too long while doing her hair in the morning and after a while of looking at herself all the girl could see was a red, puffy eyed, tear stained face looking right back at her. People seem to worry  about if they have big thighs, too toothy of a smile, or messy, wild hair that is impossible to tame. Others may think that if they have glasses or braces it classifies them as nerds or geek, which makes them feel, unloved, unappreciated and even more self conscious about themselves and everything they do. People try to change themselves so they be what others want them to be, so that they fit in with the right social circle, by doing this they turn into plastic, like barbie doll, they do what the leader says and feel that they can never speak up for what they feel. People are just taking others insecurities and using them as a tool to shape their own perfect friends, or what they think a perfect friend is, but they think it is the outside that counts, but its not its the inside, yeah everyone might not like the same stuff, or go for the same team, and fight every now and then, but someone you can rely on is someone that doesn't care if you have a thigh gap, big teeth, crazy hair or what size you are, if you have a pimple or pimples. A true friend finds beauty within you not just on the outside but the inside.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Untitled
Have you ever looked at something for so long that after a while you start to see every flaw and mistake there is in it A young teen girl looked at herself in the mirror too long while doing her hair in the morning and after a while of looking at herself all the girl could see was a red, puffy eyed, tear stained face looking right back at her. People seem to worry  about if they have big thighs, too toothy of a smile, or messy, wild hair that is impossible to tame. Others may think that if they have glasses or braces it classifies them as nerds or geek, which makes them feel, unloved, unappreciated and even more self conscious about themselves and everything they do. People try to change themselves so they be what others want them to be, so that they fit in with the right social circle, by doing this they turn into plastic, like barbie doll, they do what the leader says and feel that they can never speak up for what they feel. People are just taking others insecurities and using them as a tool to shape their own perfect friends, or what they think a perfect friend is, but they think it is the outside that counts, but its not its the inside, yeah everyone might not like the same stuff, or go for the same team, and fight every now and then, but someone you can rely on is someone that doesn't care if you have a thigh gap, big teeth, crazy hair or what size you are, if you have a pimple or pimples. A true friend finds beauty within you not just on the outside but the inside.
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