My body isn't perfect. I don't walk with confidence. I get in fights with my parents and friends. Some nights I'd rather be myself than out partying. I cry over the smallest things. There are these days where I just get through with fake laughs and a forced smile. Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okay when they're not. I'm not beautiful, but I'm not ugly. There are some nights where I cry myself to sleep. I constantly think I'm not good enough. I'm imperfect, but perfectly me.