Define: Perfection

I wrote this a couple of years back and I felt like sharing it now. I personally struggle with accepting myself for myself and the way I look. I don't like the shape of my nose, I don't like that my monobrow grows back within a day, I don't like that my body is very lob sided, I don't like that my fingers can't straighten and there's a lot more I don't like. But I've realised that I don't like these things about myself because society has trained me into believing that these things aren't normal or acceptable. So this poem / spoken word / whatever you want to call it is my suggestion to society that we stop trying to make people change who they are in the name of "perfection" but instead we spread love and self-acceptance.