There's Perfect, there's Normal, and then there's Me
There's perfect, there's normal, and then there's me.
Listen closely and I'll tell you what I mean:
Perfect wears a dress sized two,
Her little foot wears a seven shoe.
Perfect nose and perfect smile,
Eyes made to win and beguile.
Perfect body and perfect face,
Perfect hair, always in place.
Now normal tells a rather sad tale,
In perfectness does surely fail.
Messy bun and camo flip-flops,
Red plaid pajama bottoms and a pink tank-top.
Neon-green nails, painted weeks ago,
Too much makeup, putting on a show.
And then there's Me, not perfect or normal,
Sometimes I dress casual, sometimes formal.
My outfits though similar, are never the same,
My hair, brown and curly, is never tame.
Acne that never will disappear,
The nose that is too big will never sneer.
Sea-green Bobs sized nine, and blue-jean skirt,
A navy-blue sweater and pink t-shirt.
I rarely ever wear makeup, only on special occasions,
I like to dress up like a Chinese or Asian.
Almond shaped eyes and a mouth that will twist,
God made me this way: I like it like this.
Pretty is as pretty does;
Don't dress a certain way "just because".
You are beautiful the way you are,
God made you perfect for who you are.
Follow what I say, you will not be amiss;
So smile, and laugh, and let me tell you this:
If the joy of the Lord makes you smile,
And cheerfully you go the extra mile;
If you thank God even for your loss,
Joyfully sing as you carry your cross;
You will be more beautiful than so many words can tell,
Godly character will clothe you, and well.