I'm not perfect.

I have scars in my body, and cracks in my heart,

That reminds me of my past and my story.

I have more fats in certain parts of my body,

But I've learnt to love it,

And I've learnt how to embrace it.

I have a weird way of laughing, they say,

But I've learnt to laugh it off,

And I've learnt to live with it.

I have insecurities that I rather not speak about,

But I've learnt to love myself,

And I'll do it the best I can.

I am not perfect. But so are you.

We are all human,

So why do we judge,

when we know that it's true ?