I am not curvy
or lady-like
in physical appearance
or mannerisms.
I am ambitious
and have a strong
sense of self-worth.
I snore
I hate shopping
I don't like socializing.
I hate doing the
laundry
and the dishes
and am no
fan of keeping
things organized.
I like hanging out
with the guys
And can argue
Until the moon
goes to bed.
I am judgmental
and opinionated
and you've heard
me fart.
I am obsessed
with planning
and usually have
a Plan C and D
ready in case
A and B fail.
I prefer my space
and want you
to have yours.
I nag at times
and complain
that you give away
"my" unused things
to those who
need 'em.
I am selfish
and clingy
sometimes both at
the same time.
I don't like
sharing you
with anyone ...
not even your mom.
I am not patient
or wise
and I'm a
sore loser.
I keep grudges
and it's hard for
me to let go
even when I know
I should.
I am strongly opinionated
and will not
take advantage of
the perks that come
with "being a woman."
I am self-critical
and confused
about where I want to be
and what I want to do.
I lie at times
when I think it's
the reasonable thing to do
but also sometimes
because it's easier.
I dig my nose
and my ears
and will not wax
my armpits until
I absolutely have to.
I make excuses
for little things
when I don't need to
but still have the
urge to.
I recognize
all my "flaws"
and know that
perfection is but
a myth
a mirage
a non-attainable
ideal.
It doesn't mean
I don't try to
become a
better person,
more tolerant
less critical
more accepting
less disparaging.
It doesn't mean
I don't strive
to improve
upon my shortcomings.
All it means
is recognizing
that perfection
isn't a standard
by which to judge
ourselves or fellow
human beings.
I am not perfect.
But my imperfections
make me the
unique person
I am.
They make me
the real me
not the person
I want to be
or pretend to be
but the person I am.
I am not perfect.
Are you?
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