Happy and Content (that and a silent rant)

Sat here with a cast on my arm and my brace in my mouth I can't help but realise the inadequacy of myself. I also can't help but feel content and happy. How strange that I, with my broken out face, damaged wrist and bad eyesight can be content. I came to this conclusion after a conversation with a good friend. They themselves project an air of ease. They seem happy about who they are inside and out, to most. Like myself, I find them a person of contradictions, shy but quietly confident, happy but secretly sad. One small statement this interesting person spoke, had me ranting silently, thinking of all the things I wished to say, but felt unable. So here they are for you,

Your so called flaws are what make us beautiful! Those scars you are ashamed of, those freckles you try to hide. They are what make you perfect to me. They and you are unique, one of a kind. Do not try and disguise them, they are there for a reason, they make you who you are. Be proud.