I'm imperfect this I must confess.
I see stretch marks decorating my light complexion and I feel they compliment me well.
They show I'm not a young girl no for I'm a woman who is living her life.
I no longer say no to food because I know somewhere in this unforgiving world someone is starving for affection.
Foods affection are unconditional they never fade away when the number on the scale increases, instead they give you a nice warm hug and tell you everything will be ok.
How imperfect am I that I succome to my food addiction?
Yes, I'm perfectly imperfect that is just fine and dandy because I love me.
Love you and all your perfect imperfections.
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