I'm Perfect(ly)

*laughs out loudly, then snorts* I am not skinny, I don't think I'm fat either, I'm somewhere in the middle. I don't have long soft hair for you to run your fingers through, I have short brown hair (it's semi-wavy now, but soon it'll grow into an unmanageable cotton ball). My breasts aren't perky, actually they sag a bit. My teeth aren't straight, right towards the top front, they elevate. I don't have an even skin tone, actually I think I have liver spots or sun damage or something I've dubbed "freckles"--I like freckles. I don't really watch T.V., I submerge into books and literature.

I like to make animal sounds, actually I wish it were a learnable (yes, I've just made up that word) language. I roar like dinosaurs, I run like gazelles, I climb like monkeys, and hold like pandas.  I talk to myself too. I have a sleep disorder that inhibits my staying awake for prolonged periods of time...
I've come to be a girl that doesn't really like to be like most girls, but like the other-other girls whom are obsessed with the other type of things in life. One that is concerned at all times about people; about the wellfare of human kind. One who doesn't think much about snorting in public (because that's my laugh), one who doesn't always comb her hair  (because I just simply don't like to do it), one who doesn't care about impressing people by the way she looks (rather I'll win them over with my persona and my uneven smile of course), one who is eladed by the thought of being at a playground, dirt on her knees, sweat down her back, a book in her backpack and some organic animal crackers.

I am an in progress, environmentally-conscious, book-loving, organic-consuming, pescetarian, that's in love with her punk-rockish, bearly-girly, unpredictable, superbly intelligent, humorous, non-god-believing, clumsy, non-brand concerned, perfect(ly) imperfect spirit of this galaxy. And you know what? I am beautiful.

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