When i was a little girl, i picked a FLOWER almost everyday. Id twirl it around in my tiny fingers to see every little imperfection it holds, id pick every little ruined petal and save the best for the last. I would rip off the center until a stem is all that shows mindlessly i throw the stem on the grass, id forget the little baby flower just as the last.... No flower is ever perfect to me. There is one image i keep in store, but i know i can never find perfect because there is only almost or close. I realize now that this flower that i picked was me not a small plant.... Id pick and choose the flaws in my appearance but i never see or saw myself as perfect.... Im never pretty in my own eyes and i know i never will.... This is the image many hold, people of all types and genders. We all push ourselves to be greater, But we already are as great we could be...... There is no perfect not even an almost or close..... THERE IS JUST YOU AND ME...... :-) #live on
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 10:52:52 +0000
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