When I say perfect, I mean gorgeous in every sense of the word. Not unblemished or completely unmarred, or skinny without the slightest hint of fat. I mean impeccably flawed with curves fit for a grown woman. I mean cellulite that I want to run my tongue over, and dark spots that call to me like a beautiful voice in the wind. With each and every so-called flaw that a broken society would have the gall to turn its nose up at, Nia is absolutely perfect.
