Flawed

Although we seem,
to hate ourselves now,
we all seem to think,
we're all big, fat cows,
We actually just want to be loved, in a way.
Told we aren't fat,
told we can stay.
Flawed and imperfect,
to all of the world.
All we want,
is our toes to be curled.
We want you to love,
all we dislike,
to see it in light,
to see it in sight.
We lift ourselves up,
stand proud and tall,
our chins in the air,
as all our faults stall.
Our hair all done up,
our make-up unflawed,
although later we know,
it will melt within sobs.
Our hair will bun up as we pet our black cats,
we all want a guy,
who will understand that.