Was at a poetry performance tonight, and my friend Miranda read this poem, it really struck as I feel so imperfect myself, had a nice chat with her after as I also haven't seen her for a few years now, she does love my photos but I still feel imperfect as I look at other people
Here is an older video of the same poem, so much truth in it that makes me think twice... Just for the record she is far more successful than me within the creative community, there I'm doing it again 

