DEAR SKIN

I owe you. 

I love the way you're on my face. 

I don't want any treatment for a clear skin. 

I don't want to hide you with a makeover. You're out there to see 

and know how people ignore me. 

You're there on my face 

to let people call me ugly. 

You're mine.

Thank you for making me who I am. 

Thank you for giving me an identity of my own. 

Thank you for making me look so perfect with all those imperfection in me.

No matter how hard they try to kill my emotions 

with their reckless attitude. 

No matter what. 

I don't cry looking at my flaws in the mirror. 

I don't feel irritated 

for the type of skin I wear. 

I don't feel suffocated under my own complexion anymore. 

I love it. 

 I love my skin and you in it. 

Yours truly.