You want the truth?

My smile.
When I see my smile it makes me down and now I don't smile to myself.
My forehead.
That's why I tend to leave the front of my hair always loose.
My baggy eyes.
I try to fix it but they never leave.

See, I'm not perfect.
You just don't notice.

My body.
I'm not a super model.
My stomach.
It sticks out a little too much.
My hands....