I’ve had a visible scar on my forehead from chicken pox since second grade. In fact, I have several throughout my body.
I have a big scar of moon-like shapes on my left knee from falling on the ground at my grandparents’ house in the Ukraine. I remember it hurting — a lot.
I already have wrinkles on my forehead that I’m sure any cosmetic surgeon would recommend I Botox away.
I definitely have love handles, and my hips keep expanding. And when I’m bloated, I look like I’m with child.
I have a skin condition called keratosis pilaris, which means that I have little bumps on my skin, particularly my arms.
At 29, I still have acne. I have a weird indentation on my middle finger (probably from holding a pen and writing so much). My hair is thin.
I have stretch marks and cellulite and my boobs could use a boost.
Some might call these flaws or imperfections — if they’re trying to be subtle or sort of polite.