She is the perfect imperfection. 
She can quiet a room with a simple sentence. 
Her beauty does not compare to those airbrushed faces in the magazines. Why? Because she is already flawless just as she is. 
She is quiet and her mind is loud. Both speak volumes. No one ordinary would understand her. 
It takes one of her own kind, a rarity, to decode her perfect imperfections. Or as I like to call her, imperfectly perfect. She is a rarity in the world of copy cats. 
She is to be marveled at for the kindness in her eyes, the love in her heart, and the fire that burns in her soul. 
None of which anyone could put out or extinguish. But she likes to watch them try.