Perfectly imperfect

When I was growing up I was told I was too dark, nose was too big, lips was too big. I has a child I believe those things define me. But who’s to say what you should be to be accepted in this world? Some may consider those things as imperfect, well they are part of me and I won’t let anyone make me feels less then because of these so call flaws. I am now unapologetically myself. I love who loves me. I can’t do nothing else but embrace all my flaws.