You draw a piece of art. You stare at the once white paper, filled with colour. You show it to everyone. Everyone calls it "a perfect piece of art" which looks so beautiful. The thing is you have created it, you have stared at it for so long. You know the spot where the paint was slightly smudged, You know, where a line was not so straight. But, you don't hate it. You embrace your creation with all of its flaws.
You have known yourself from the start. You know all your flaws. You know all your perks. But... Why can't you accept yourself? Embrace your flaws.
Note: Don't know where it came from.
