I'm not a perfect girl. My hair doesn't always stay in place and I spill things a lot. I'm pretty clumsy and sometimes I cry. My friends and I sometimes fight and maybe somedays nothing goes right.
When I think about it and take a step back, I remember how amazing life truly is and maybe, just maybe, I like being unperfect.
Beauty is the the innocence of a child. The curiousity of the world. The trust they have for the ones they know. They are learning and are not perfect...but who is?
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