Perfect...

So a dear friend of mine told me a story.

In the story was a little girl that was less than fuc*ing perfect.

In all the best little girl things she fell short.

A butterfly trapped in a dusty brown cocoon.

There were moments as she grew that she felt like more than perfect.

Times and moments she climbed huge mountains.

And danced on the moon.

And fiercely and bravely fought battles much larger and greater than she.

There were times she was fuc*ing perfect.

Lots and lots and lots and lots of times she was perfect, fuc*ing perfect.

But then something happens, out of the blue, something happens that takes her back to the times she was less than fuc*ing perfect.

And an old, many layered scab rubs off...

SHE IS less than... fuc*ing perfect....

less than fuc*ing perfect

she is less than...

less than

NO!

You are nothing short of fuc*ing perfect to me.


Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuc*in’ perfect

Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing

You’re fuc*in’ perfect to me ~ Pink