Never perfect

Morning, noon, night , I am granted the opportunity to look at myself in a glass objects. Every moment that I do I receive the same sensation. I am happy. I feel as though I needed to give myself time to grow. As a young girl, I never thought that I was pretty or as the guys would say "cute". I was a bit above average because of my height. I have always towered over my peers and friends. For a moment I was thin with no shape.As a mature adult, I have developed my womenly parts that I felt were much needed a while ago and now I think i took them for granted. I thought they were toys meant for amusement. Wrong as I was, i let people take advantage of my gifts and made acquire talents that are shameful. I still look in the mirror. This time I am able to smile because my smile is not perfect, but special. Everytime, I feel it creep across my face,I know that everything will be fine. My eyes tell a different story. Depending on the circumstance each line they write has a flow to