We are the way we are. Imperfections make you perfectly unique.
So why is there sometimes this need to have validation for that?
Why can’t we accept that we are perfect the way we are?
Why is it that doubt fills the mind? And we often question the ones that tell us truths?
That we are perfection…
Funny, that is. And wonderfully strange.
“I Am” – Christina Aguilera
I am timid
And I am oversensitive
I am a lioness
I am tired and defensive
You take me in your arms
And I fold into you
I have insecurities
You show me I am beautiful
I am temperamental
And I have imperfections
And I am emotional
I am unpredictable
I am naked
I am vulnerable
I am a woman
I am opening up to you
Love me or leave me, just take it or leave it
It’s not that I’m needy, just need you to see me
Take me, free me, see through to the core of me
Take me, free me, there will be no more pretending
Now I stand before you with my heart in my hands
I’m asking you to take me just the way that I am