I don't care. I don't care that you can see the tiny peach fuzz on my face,
I don't care that you can see each little tiny imperfect bump and pore.
I looked at myself in the mirror today, I am my parents daughter, in all my peach
fuzz sometimes-bumpy glory, I don't care how I look, I care about mending.
And I'm not sure I can do it. I don't know if I can look at my face every day
and think of who I come from, because I come from two amazing beautiful faith filled people,
and I'm scared I'll never be like that, and if I see the physical aspects of my
parents in myself, I am reminded how I have none of their personal qualities to fill this shell.