Random writing

As I began to appreciate my skin tone, pimples impeded my progress. My stretch marks hindered my ability to wear bold and vibrant dresses. My crooked tooth got in the way of my smile when I mustered myself to take a selfie. Scars, marks, uneven tone have boundaries me within the insecurities. I don't know, if life is giving me these ugliness or am I the one who failed to see the beauty within me. Whatever I look like now, I've learned to live with it,either happily or pretentiously; as This is life and I can't change anything about it.