today, i was complaining about all
the things i thought was wrong with me to my mom.
finally, she took my hand and squeezed it.
look,
she said,
nobody's perfect.
every body has flaws. you're born
with what you have, and there isn't
anything you can do about it.
see that supermodel on the cover
of vogue? do you know how many
hours it took for computer experts
to make her look that way?
exactly. in real life,
nobody looks like that.
but in our o.w.n. way,
we're all more beautiful than that supermodel.
( [you know why?] )
because we're real.