Scars. Tan. And dark circles.
No make-up. No mascara. Frizzy hair.
No waxing, no manicures.
She wasn't easily noticeable.
Her smile was the most carefree one.
Books, notes, scribbles.
Pen, ink, markers.
Glasses, magnifiers, notebooks.
She wasn't a graduate,
Her knowledge was deep.
Broken, lost, clueless.
Wandering heart, lonely mind.
Trusting till it hurt.
Her relationships were not fruitful.
She never gave up on Love.
It is not society that defines perfection for us,
It is we who define perfection for ourselves.
And confidence is the best form of
Being perfectly imperfect.
~ Suranya