Flaws
Sometimes I sit there and highlight my ‘flaws’ over and over again. The birthmark on my face that sits bright and rosey, my hirsutism that leaves a constant shadow, the pores that scatter my nose along my freckles, the stray hair I never see on my chest until the glaring light of the bathroom highlights it.... Why do I think they are flaws? Has society conditioned me to think my natural featur...