Perfection

People have always strived to be perfect, little did they know that the only way it can happen is if you look in the very place you try to change first...your mind.

I have always looked to be better, to be like the people around me, perfect. I have always wanted to be, why wouldn't I. Why would i settle to be something like me when i could strive and maybe someday become that perfect person, the person maybe people will want to be like. But this day didn't come, i am still just who i am, still just a skinny little C.L.B., but you know what? I am happy, in my mind i am that perfect person. See idk when it hit me, maybe all those times i drank it finally kicked in, i don't care anymore. I like who i am, i like being the goof of the group. I like it, and i am happy for it. Don't get me wrong i still want to get stronger and better looking but it's not essential. I am what i am, and i am happy, because for the first time in my life i am at peace, i am perfect.