Perfection

Between all people, there is always the different ones. The ones who you would say are "imperfect" but as being in a world of imperfect people I can't help but feel imperfect to them. I am what you would call beautiful not one single flaw all through my body. But to everyone else I am imperfect. With all of the flaws with them they are called "perfect". How can it be that an imperfect person is perfect, but a perfect person is imperfect. I see all of them as normal while I am the only different one.
They say to me "oh Melody why? Why must you look so perfect, but be imperfect at the same time. Why couldn't you be perfect and have flaws" and "Why must you be perfect when surrounded by all imperfect people." All of their flaws are perfect. They are beautiful. Why must this world change? When did being imperfect so perfect? How can my perfections be flaws but their flaws be perfection. I never would have thought that I would want to be so imperfect.