A letter to my imperfections

It’s funny, now I have started to write to you, I get all these angst-filled thoughts. I know those thoughts. They have kept me from being in love with you for who you are.

I love to be imperfect now.

Oh, I have drowned in the need to make everything perfect and have stopped myself from bringing things to the world because they weren’t perfect.

I forgot, dear imperfections, how fantastic you are. You teach me so much about myself, not just as a writer.

Without you, I would be boring and cookie cutter human, always striving to get rid of you.

I know now, I am perfect because of my imperfections.

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