Perfect Isn't Fun

My hair doesn't fall around my shoulders in a perfect A. My eyes aren't exactly 1" apart. I don't smell like roses after I run. My makeup isn't fresh when the rain falls. And I don't look all that pretty when the tears run. I'm not perfect. But perfect isn't fun.

I'm silly and fun. I stick out like a sore thumb. I can be loud and sometimes obnoxious. But what difference is that? I am shy and hard to talk to. Sometimes I eat more than I should. And you might find me irritable during certain seasons. I'm not perfect. But perfect isn't fun.

My feet aren't cute, but neither are yours. My finger nails are short and rarely pretty. I laugh too loud and tend to be stupid. I only do my makeup on days that it counts. And more than every once and a while I might eat out. I'm not perfect. But perfect isn't fun.

If you said I wasn't worth it, I'd know your not the one. If you didn't like me for one of my flaws I'd know we were done. But if on occasion you talked about me highly, I'd find out and adore you all the more. So be kind, I gave you my heart. And I know I'm not perfect. But perfect isn't fun.