There is only one me.

Maybe my skin isn't flawless. 
             I have birthmarks, stretch marks and scars.
Maybe my hair doesn't always look immaculate.
              I have roots and split ends.
Maybe I don't have perfect body.
              I have a jelly belly and I'm not size 8.
Maybe I overreact sometimes.
              I have more than one emotion.
Maybe I don't dress like everyone else.
              I like what I think is nice.

But maybe, just maybe, I don't care because my best friends and
boyfriend don't care because they accept me as I am, and that is me.
              There is only one me.