Hour 1

Flawless Imperfection

 

She worried about her shortcomings

It kept her up at night and often interrupted her day to day

 

What could she do to be, you know, better

Take a class maybe or practice or seek help from others whose similar ideals shined far brighter than her lack luster luminous

 

In her reflection, she could not help but think of the others, the stronger ones in her eyes, those who seemingly had it together, had it all

 

So she watched them, listened to them

The more she studied, the deeper she looked, she would come to find something unexpected, something less than stellar

 

Did a mere blemish make THEM imperfect

Or did it add a uniqueness to their being

 

Was this self doubt and constant scrutiny actually diminishing her glow

 

Upon this awakening, she would swear an allegiance that her flawless imperfections would be enough