I am not curvy
or lady-like
in physical appearance
or mannerisms.
I am ambitious
and have a strong
sense of self-worth.
I snore
I hate shopping
I don’t like socializing.
I hate doing the
laundry
and the dishes
and am no
fan of keeping
things organized.
I like hanging out
with the guys
And can argue
Until the moon
goes to bed.
I am judgmental
and opinionated
and you’ve heard
me fart.
I am obsessed
with planning
and usually have
a Plan C and D
ready in case
A and B fail.
I prefer my space
and want you
to have yours.
I nag at times
and complain
that you give away
“my” unused things
to those who
need ‘em.
I am selfish
and clingy
sometimes both at
the same time.
I don’t like
sharing you
with anyone …
not even your mom.
I am not patient
or wise
and I’m a
sore loser.
I keep grudges
and it’s hard for
me to let go
even when I know
I should.
I am strongly opinionated
and will not
take advantage of
the perks that come
with “being a woman.”
I am self-critical
and confused
about where I want to be
and what I want to do.
I lie at times
when I think it’s
the reasonable thing to do
but also sometimes
because it’s easier.
I dig my nose
and my ears
and will not wax
my armpits until
I absolutely have to.
I make excuses
for little things
when I don’t need to
but still have the
urge to.
I recognize
all my “flaws”
and know that
perfection is but
a myth
a mirage
a non-attainable
ideal.
It doesn’t mean
I don’t try to
become a
better person,
more tolerant
less critical
more accepting
less disparaging.
It doesn’t mean
I don’t strive
to improve
upon my shortcomings.
All it means
is recognizing
that perfection
isn’t a standard
by which to judge
ourselves or fellow
human beings.
I am not perfect.
But my imperfections
make me the
unique person
I am.
They make me
the real me
not the person
I want to be
or pretend to be
but the person I am.
I am not perfect.
Are you?
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Great job. I love this. Love it, love it, love it. The more we accept ourselves for who we really are, the more other people will as well.
And I loved yours, Jennifer. It’s cathartic to acknowledge one’s “reality” once in a while.
Ewwww . . . you dig your nose????? Really? LOL Good poem. You just said what I think every woman feels, but won’t admit!
Eww is right, Pat. When everyone does it, why not just come out and saw we do? And that it’s ok….?
Thanks for the vote of confidence, my friend.
I see self-confidence oozing out of this….way to go! Loved the poem!
Besides… being perfect would suck!
It sure would, Katie! Our imperfection is what makes us human … it defines our spirit and our being. Thanks for your lovely two cents’.
You are a genuine person. So great going.Adore you,Love you.
Thank you, Ma. You taught me that pretense never helped anyone and I’ve tried to remain true to myself and others. Most days it works.
Lovely post!
I am NOT perfect…but I’d love to be.
Thanks, Marika. I don’t think anyone is perfect … perfection is such a difficult and subjective thing to handle. We can only be the best we can be and I firmly believe that more than anything else, being a good human being with no malice in our hearts for others is really the key to being “perfect.”
Perfect harmony between thoughts, words and deeds! That’s what comes to my mind reading this. Many a time, I’ve felt it’s the disconnection between these three things which create all those fears, guilts, anger, complexes, hatred of ourselves. perfect thinking
Happy writing!
Thanks, Nandhini, for visiting and taking the time to comment. Appreciate it.
Love it!!!!
Don’tcha?
Beautifully written!Loved your poem!
Thanks, Uma.
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