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