Flaws. Imperfection. What I often see when I see you in the mirror. 'Who is that girl?' I would sometimes ask.
But most times you look happy, because in the end I know that those imperfects make you beautiful. They make you, you.
And I wouldn't want to be anything else other than that.
At times I see you and I think how quickly time has changed. I remember being a little girl, and I think of how great it would be to be little again, with no worries; nothing but endless imagination and freedom.
But I am proud, quite proud of what I see in the mirror. And you should be too.
