You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve

All of your flaws and all of my flaws,
When they have been exhumed
We'll see that we need them to be who we are
Without them we'd be doomed

Flaw: a mark, fault, or other imperfection that mars a substance or object.

I'll be honest and say that I'm not someone who is very open about their flaws, and I don't immediately step forward and admit when I'm wrong. I'm not someone who embraces flaws and I'm most definitely not proud of them.

I am, however, a firm believer in the fact that they can shape our characters. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger and all that. I do not believe that they make us who we are though. Not entirely, anyway. We can't allow our flaws to 100% define us. They play a part, and of course we can't just erase them, but we can't just go: "Yep. That's ALL I am. I am depression. I am self harm. I am unfaithfulness. I am an eating disorder. I am dyslexia" These things can help you grow as a person, and yes, they can represent a period of your lifetime, but they can always be overcome. We can beat these things, little step by little step.

Without these flaws, we'd all be the same. We'd be happy, clappy, my life is awesome and I can breeze on through type people. Now where's the fun in that? What do you achieve? Not an awful lot! When you're older, would you not rather look back and think, "Yea, I was there. But I got out of it... I overcame that." I certainly would.