I am perfect.

I am perfect. My left eye squints when I smile, my knees are scarred, and I have split ends. I'm impetuous, impatient, and impossibly stubborn sometimes. I am oddly fascinated by popping zits, like watching cartoons, and love gossip like a fat kid loves cake. Actually...I love cake more than a fat kid does and have absolutely no concept of eating in moderation. I have a million and one things "wrong" with me. Things that most people wouldn't list in their about me section on Facebook. But because of all these things...I...am...perfect. Why? Because they are all a part of me and dammit...I am perfect!