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Perfect

Ananya Sahoo

My dreams are where I go to be perfect
Where I have the perfect body,
Unblemished, even and smooth
Untouched by insults, bullies and shame
Where clever facades successfully conceal bumps, folds and insecurities
And curves replace all edges.
In my dreams, mirrors are my best friends,
Where beauty is the rent I pay to exist in the world, and it is enough.

My dreams are where I go to be perfect
Where I have the perfect heart,
Red, pristine and healthy
Whole and not broken into a million sharp shards
Shards piercing my soul all over
Where the slightest trigger sends a shockwave throughout my body.
In my dreams, love is ample and selfless,
Where I let my guard down and the enemy doesn’t attack.

My dreams are where I go to be perfect
Where I have the perfect brain,
Flawless levels of serotonin and victory against depression
Depression which casually take a bite out of my soul and laughs callously as I struggle to piece it together.
With glue made up of fickle resolve and weak promises.
In my dreams, the scary thoughts are kept at bay,
By a towering mountain of self-love and hard work.

My dreams are where I go to be perfect
Where I have the perfect spirit,
Empathetic and benevolent with no strings attached
Where prejudices have been demolished
And compassion comes before conclusions.
In my dreams, my raised voice starts a revolution
A fiery revolution which rids the world of Pandora’s evils

My dreams are where I go to be perfect
Where I’m the perfect human,
And perfection is not just an illusion
Where dreams are uncensored and don’t come with expiry dates
And imperfections are celebrated
Where dreams come true

My dreams are where I go to be perfect.


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