Mosquitos Don't Care, Why Do You?

The perfect imperfections that make you...you(thank you John Legend)

The birth defects you had when the light of the world first hit your eyes

The scars that show you've lived, loved, lost and got hurt along the way

The stretch marks that come from the changes in weight, in your mood

The fine lines that trace the stress you've gone through

The wrinkles that all fine lines become...in the end

The grey hairs that show you've reached milestone after milestone

Mosquitos don't care, why do you?

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Thank you for reading.

This is my first time writing and directing it to Viva.

I am not trying to be preachy. Just wishing to share my thoughts.

I wrote the above poem because I feel like this world places to much emphasis on standards of beauty. Mosquitos don't care what you look like. They will bite you whether you are J-Lo or the cat lady from The Simpsons.

I wrote this poem because I want anyone that may be reading this to know, that whatever your perfect imperfections are - whether you are big, small, old, young, have scars or not, have fine lines, laughter lines and wrinkles or not, have stretch marks, sagging breasts, sagging skin, spots, skin tags, freckles or moles. You are still a beautiful and unique human being.

Those things do not define you. They are a part of you and are part of your story, but they are not all you are. They show you were here, but don't define what you did while you were here or who you were.

You are more than these physical features.

I know some people do not like these parts of their body and I am not saying you shouldn't. What I am trying to say is that don't feel that way because society feels that way.

Don't let others dictate how you feel about yourself.

I know that is a lot harder than perhaps I make it sound. But, trust me. You don't need to be perfect. You need to be you. That's all you can be. And that is fine. Whatever version you want to be.

Not what others want you to be.

Sorry for the cliche, but it is so true.

And remember, mosquitos do not discriminate or think about your birthmarks, spots, blemishes, sags, wrinkles and grey hairs.

They just want your blood. They will suck you whatever the hell you look like.

They still see you as valuable because it's your vitality, your blood that they want. Not how good-looking or fit or "perfect" you are.

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You, you are enough

Your perfect imperfections

You, you are unique

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