I’m absolutely flawed. From my two left feet, my small breasts and big thighs. From my thin top lip and the dimples in my behind.

From where I feel too much, or nothing at all. When I’m on top of the world, and when I begin to fall.

When I’m broken and won’t stop crying, you promise to never stop trying.

yet you still love me and tell me I’m beautiful. You’re still here, you’re still here you’re still here.