Imperfections

My imperfections sit at the pedestal of my brain. 

But that's all what it is, a product of my brain. 

I have parts of my body I dislike, or even so hate. But you know at the end of the day, it's like living my personal style. Sometimes I come up with an outfit but halfway to the door, I switch my shoes or take away an accessory or two. I already feel judged even before I step out. 

Who said I need to adjust my clothes based on societal beliefs? 

Or even worse, my own brain? 

Shouldn't it be the other way around? 

It sounds conceited but trust me, it built up my confidence... then courage... then perspective. 

I realized I can go against the current and survive... and live to tell the tale. 

It starts there, and then suddenly I'm not scared anymore. I'm not scared to walk alone, or pursue incredible dreams, or face the dangers of this world. Suddenly, the same imperfections that once bothered me didn't matter anymore, because I know I am in control and I can rock them anyway.