perfectly me

my body isn't perfect.

heck, it's far from it.

I walk unevenly

and I don't walk with confidence.

I get into fights with my parents

about money and school and stupid things

Some nights I'd rather be myself then out partying

which usually involves drinking tea and reading a good book

I don't cry.

But sometimes I cry over the smallest things.

There are days when I get through with forced smiles and fake laughs

and most of the time I convince myself that things are always okay

when they aren't.

I'm not ugly

but i'm not beautiful

and I look better in pictures then I do in real life.

I am constantly questioning if I'm good enough.

I'm scared of everything in my life that makes me happy

because I don't trust them to stay.

I love unconditionally 

and I believe that the most beautiful things are the simplest. 

I'm not perfect.

but i'm perfectly me. 

and although I'm still working on loving myself,

i'm getting there.