I say,
Your flaws single you out, set you apart, make you different from the rest, and thank god. I don’t just settle for put up with your blemishes, I accept them. I like them because they make you human, and humans are easier to love than photographs and illusions and ideals; humans fit more easily between arms and between legs; humans are welcome to their imperfections because if there’s one thing humans can do perfectly, it’s love. Humans can love, they can do it flawlessly.
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