I am not beautiful, and each glance in the mirror only reinforces this feeling.
My nose doesn’t rise, my eyes lack their sparkle, and my tawny skin seems to deepen my sense of being unseen.
"Foolish," whispers reason.
My vision of perfection is but a dream, shared by many souls longing for their own ideal.
Yet, these feelings cannot deceive; they softly murmur, "You are unworthy, forever overlooked."
This body questions why it must differ, why every effort toward perfection feels in vain.
Once more, a gentle voice within my chest whispers, "You will never be perfect in the eyes of others."
But one day, time will reveal
amidst the bustle and clamor,
that my imperfections will shine brightly
in the eyes of the one who is right.
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