Perfection

Beautiful is not something
I often think myself to be
So the challenge you presented
Is definitely a challenge to me

In a world of magazines and glamour
Fashion, body image and disease
A distorted image of perfection
Is what every woman sees

Plump pouty lips
With silky ivory skin,
Hair of a Greek goddess
Legs long slender and thin

The world is so preoccupied
With the perfect size two waist
That the incredible inner beauty
All too often goes to waste

To the images, the ideals
I myself so easily fall prey
Victim to the Cookie-cutter cutouts
That all must look a certain way

Well today is a new day
To discard these petty things
And appreciate my own beauty
Something one so seldom sings

I may not have the perfect body
Nor even the perfect heart
But I try and try to love others
Which seems quite a fitting start

I have no unfounded hopes
Nor offer any guarantee
But if you got to know me
My inner beauty you would see

Though I may not be a model
I am soft and sweet and shy
And even though I’m not size two
I am still afraid to cry

These arms, these hands, these shoulders
May not follow every Paris trend
But they are always open and willing
To help a broken heart to mend

Sexy, I most certainly am not
Nor do my outward looks allure
But I care so much about things
And I am so quietly insecure

My ears are by no means perfect
But listening is their duty
My eyes are not sapphire or chestnut
But they seldom miss your inner beauty

Even though my hair is golden
Being a dumb blonde I strongly deny
My intelligence is my best asset
Always setting my goals sky high

Because I am not perfection
I don’t look for perfection in you
I love you for your mind and your heart
But most of all for your faults too

I may not walk the runways
Nor grace the catwalks of Parie
Buy my voice is like a songbird
My pure tones like a reverie

My one goal in my life
Is to take someone else’s pain
For if I do this and die tomorrow
My life will not have been in vain

So I don’t need the models
I don’t need the stereotype
But I need to look in the mirror
And see someone I can like

When I do that, I know I’m beautiful
Past, present, tomorrow, today
I know I will be able to find myself
The image of perfection…. someday