Love these flaws?

Why do these imperfections
Ache me to the very core?
Nightly leaving me breathless
And crying on the floor?

Why does it matter so much
How far from thin I am?
Why is 'skinny' equivalent to 'perfect'?
Fuck society's sick scam

Not to mention these scars
That paint my porcelain skin
Telling stories of desperation
And indulging in late-night sin

Childhood memories daily
Show upon my face
A scar from an early surgery,
And my nose is slightly out of place

They say the outside doesn't matter
That we all are beautiful
But the world shows us we are not enough
Their standard for perfect is crucible

I can try with all that I am
To just be okay being me
But I just can't prevail, can't put this away
I'm drowning in a raging flawed sea