i like being unperfect

this morning i looked in my mirror. my hair was frizzy, eyeliner and mascara all over my face, i had a spot on my chin and i looked a mess. a month ago i would have cringed and cryed and moaned. but today i really looked and i saw what i saw. me. actually me. i looked sleepy, and i had just gotten up. my eyes were shining in the lamplight and i breathed in. one word escaped my lips. "beautiful". im starting to realize that im happy with being unperfect. thats who i am, and thats how i'l stay. :D
keep strong killjoys xx