I am beautiful.
So are you.
So are they.
We are so fucking beautiful it's scary.
And we misconstrue blemishes or imperfections
As faults, something to be hidden.
This isn't so.
"Beautiful despite faults."
This is a lie.
We are beautiful due to faults.
Due to the blemishes and imperfections,
The little bit of ugly that enhances the effect of all that is not.
We are so beautiful.
Me.
And you.
And them.

Perfection is not this attainable thing.
Acceptance of this fact will go a long way.