Perfectly Imperfect

I’ve been hiding from the mirror,

Afraid of what I’d see

A past I couldn’t rewrite,

A pain too loud to be.

I wore masks to look composed,

But inside I was undone.

Always chasing flawless skies,

While breaking from the sun.

But somewhere in the silence,

I began to hear my name

Not in whispers of regret,

But in strength that rose from shame.

I’m perfectly imperfect,

A little bruised, but still I breathe.

These cracks aren’t signs of failure,

They’re the places I found me.

No need to fit the picture

Of who I thought I had to be

I’m learning now to love

The perfectly imperfect me.

I forgave the girl who stumbled,

Held her hand through every fall.

She didn’t need to have it all,

She just needed to stand tall.

I let go of every whisper

That said I wasn’t enough

Turns out healing isn’t pretty,

But it’s made of something tough.

Now I see the light in shadows,

The beauty in my flaws.

I no longer need approval

To know I’ve come so far.

I’m perfectly imperfect,

A canvas full of truth.

No filters on my spirit,

No shame in all I’ve lived through.

I don’t need to be someone

Who hides what they believe

I’m finally proud to be

The perfectly imperfect me.

And I still break some days,

Still cry when I feel small.

But I rise in every heartbeat

I’m not broken after all.

I’m raw, I’m real, I’m growing…

And that’s more than enough for me.

I’m perfectly imperfect,

With a soul that’s learned to shine.

Not despite the mess I’ve lived

But because it’s always mine.

No apologies, no edits,

Just the courage to be free…

And I will always love

The perfectly imperfect me.

Yes… I will always love

The perfectly imperfect me.