Perfectly Imperfect Me

Darling,

Don’t let one thing define you.

 

Don’t just be the girl who wears pink,

And blue striped socks.

 

Or the one who doodles on her hands and shoes.

 

Don’t take your wonderful  mess,

Of large hips,

And wild words,

And try to squeeze it,

Into a 2 by 4 square,

Labeled,

“Quirky,”

Or “Wierd.”

 

Don’t take the normal adjectives,

You have always heard,

And place them a label,

Right below your name.

 

Because darling,

If they were ever used to describe you,

They have been overused.

 

No one could simply sum you up,

From your bright painted toe-nails,

To the roots of your curly and frizzy hair.

 

 

Take crazy words,

Like paracosm,

Logolepsy,

Waldeinsamkeit,

Resfeber,

And iktsuarpok,

And throw them around like confetti.

 

Because darling,

Don’t trap or squeeze yourself,

Under a one word subtitle,

Underneath the word “Me,”

When you are,

So amazingly magnificent.

 

 

So darling,

Be a never-ended scrapbook of old thoughts, obessions, feelings, and emotions.

 

Because that is the best way,

To live as yourself.