Today then tomorrow

I'm perfect.

My hair, a muted sepia with natural highlights of chestnut and lowlights of chocolate, swoops and spikes in just the right places. My eyes shine with the same rich color, only strengthened by the long feminine eyelashes that frame the dark globes inside white void. My nose is thin on the bridge and appropriately flared at the tip and nostrils; it flows easily into my dark pink lips which pout just enough to make everyone that sees them want to kiss them. With the crack of a smile a row of perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth appear punctuated by a set of canines that are at once unsettling, yet also intriguing. My chin rests comfortably at the conjuncture of a mildly sloping square cut jaw line. My skin, rosey in the cheeks and a peachy porcelain throughout, contours to my face in all the right places: taught, smooth and clean. This head sits comfortably on broad, strong shoulders that are ready to take the world from Atlas, and what holds it all up is a body that is healthy, proportioned and impeccably dressed.

I'm perfect.


I'm perfect.


Im perfect.


Imperfect.


imperfect


my hair is dull, thick and coarse--only manageable when manipulated with gobs of product. my sunken eyes are wrapped in swollen eyelids, barely able to reveal the forgettable brown irises that envy the blues and greens of the world. the bump in my nose ruins my profile. my lips are dry and cracked, constantly arid from years of over-balming. when feigning a smile, bleached teeth, recessed gums and a jagged tooth reveal the mouth's insecurity. a pudgy, pointed and often blemished chin dangles from a slacked jaw. the skin that shrouds this face is pale, bumpy and all-too-often flushed and sweaty with fear and self-consciousness. my misshapen head, which is plagued with anxiety, restlessness and pessimism, barely balances on shoulders that take on too many responsibilities, too many problems, too many "yes'" and not enough "no's," too many emotions and too many whip lashes. below is a weakened, soft body that holds a scarred heart, a compulsive stomach, and a deep-seeded anger that threatens to ruin my world; and nothing that covers it can fix it.


I'm perfect.