Sometimes when I look at myself all I see are my flaws. I compare myself to other women and I just feel so inadequate. Then I remember that all of my flaws are what makes me REAL and when I compare myself to others, I am comparing myself to someone who is also NOT PERFECT. In my eyes though they seem so picturesque but they are also real and flawed just like myself. At the end of the day I would so much rather be real and fucked up then some perfect Barbie that no one can relate to. I am human, I am not perfect, but I am beautiful.
