Far from perfect.

 Your  coffee starts to get cold as you waited for him to miss you.Every morning you watch the sunrise from the window or the balcony and when it is cold you wear a sweater and lean onto the railing watching the orange rays lift from the horizon.

Before you met him, you didnt care about your stomach or thighs but now you jog  down your street in the mornings trying to reduce the dimples
 at the bottom of your spine, your thighs and stomach.

You can't go to bed without snacking on your bar of chocolate, you love them. But he says it makes you fat and you stop eating them. And now you love to take vegetables,and dont want to know much you ache you love to squeeze into your jeans though those your skinny jeans are not a fit for you anymore,it is a way you try to convince yourself you are becoming skinny. Skinny for him.

"I love thick ass", he says to you, while you and him were cuddling up eating icecream and seeing a movie. You hate that seductive look of his,the way he stares at that those bum bum.
  "You should start gyming for curves. You are too lepacious".He laughs out loud.

You do start going to the gym to enlarge those your hips . Though it is tiring,  you jog two jobs everyday and you go to the gymn too. But you want to be perfect.
 
You are obsessed with being perfect that you stop wearing the tomato red nail polish you adored as a teen because he says he prefers the black nail polish. You cut your hair; your long, very dark hair when he thinks you on a low hair cut fits your oval face better than your braids.

On Valentine's day, you dress in that skin-tight red and black strapless dress standing in front of the mirror you run over the pink lipstick instead of the purple lipstick you love to wear over your lips.

Now, he says you are too nice and breaks up. But you were everything he wanted not who you could become. You sit by window now, the pale morning sunrays flooding the room while you hold the oversized teacup in your hands and sip coffee slowly rising it to your lips as tears slides down your cheeks.

Today, women are made to be perfect. Not just perfect, pretty perfects  who would do anything or everything to reach the standard of those ladies worshipped on social media.  I love "pretty hurts" by Beyonce is about us ladies trying to reach standards taking skinny pills or doing surgery for a bigger ass or breasts. In our mind we are made to believe, we should be perfect idols.
  For the attention of men, and the care, we see ladies doing silly things becoming who they are not to become who  guys want them to be.

You are far from perfect, be brave to have those wrinkles by your eyes when you smile, love the sound of your voice even if you croak when you speak, the freckles on your face, your small figure or height, the overly big nose or lips, that dark skin as the color of the bottom pot of burnt rice.

A man respects a woman who has confidence about herself and body. No matter how pretty you are you can end up looking ugly in the eyes of a man because of low self-esteem. If nobody loves you still look in the mirror and love yourself, treat yourself right. You are far from perfect,you are beyond it.