Perfectly Imperfect

by Harper Sloan

There isn’t beauty in perfection. It’s as fake as the image the word projects. Beauty is found in imperfection,

the only way to become perfect is to find that perfectly imperfect person who brings it out of you.”

“I fucking love you, Willow Tate. Come to California. Be mine for the world to see.”

I welcome the light just as much as I welcome the body I used to hate, because not only does the man I love adore every inch, but through his eyes, I do too.

This was our souls devouring any space left between them to become one. To fuse together in a bond that will never be broken.

The magnificence that we both see in each other will only intensify the beauty we see in ourselves.