Dear Perfect,
I want to be you. I want to be perfect too; I want to be like you too. I want to be able to walk that way; I want to walk without worries, without regrets, without thinking. I wish I was like you. I wish I had hair like that. I wish my hair was fifty percent softer and seventy-five percent more golden and one hundred percent more perfect and so much more like yours. I wish that my skin was eighty-nine percent smoother and two and a half shades lighter. I wish my eyes were two point three millimeters wider, ninety-nine percent bluer. I wish I could stop hating my mirror. I wish I could stop holding my breath and biting my tongue and oh, how I wish I could have been like you because if I had been like you he would have stayed but now its too late because I never was like you and I never will be, so you can keep him and you can just keep on living your life just the way you are. I'm sorry, don't mind me. Enjoy your wedding. I can't make it.
Sincerely,
Imperfect
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Painful Truths
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