I’m not perfect, it’s true,
But despite that, I still like me.
My flaws are what make me unique,
And I’d never want to be complete.

My imperfections, they define me,
And I’m proud of my identity.
My quirks and mistakes, I embrace,
For without them, I’d be a faded trace.

My heart is full of love and joy,
Though I’m not a perfect toy.
My mistakes, they make me who I am,
And I wouldn’t want it any other way, ma’am.

My life is full of beauty and grace,
Despite my imperfections in every place.
I’m flawed, that’s true,
But I’m still me, and I’m proud of that, too.