Stop fixing yourself
You're not perfect
But does it really matter
The best poems don't always rhyme
And the best written books are without pictures
And the best stories you may hear vary with narrators
The best pieces of art many fail to understand
The loveliest of songs may go unlistened
The prettiest of flowers with time do wither
The most effacious of cures are often bitter
The world cannot deny them beauty and it can't do the same with you
So don't cut your edges
Don't smoothen yourself
Don't alter your being
to fulfill what they expect
Instead clasp your esse
And set your soul free
To feel what it feels
You're not a statue to embody perfect
You are a graven image
Holy in its imperfections















