Back at it again with my deep thoughts on life, beauty, and what it all means. Lately the thing I have been rolling around in my mind is the idea of "perfection." Why is it something that we all strive for so much in the world right now? It's riddled through our social media, the way we dress ourselves, our cars, our houses, our faces! The NEED to appear to be perfect all the damn time.
So of course I went to the Merriam Webster dictionary to see the true meaning of what it is to be "perfect." (I know, I'm a bit of a word-nerd here) Ya know what I found? This: 1. a : being entirely without fault or defect : flawless <a perfect diamond> b : satisfying all requirements : accurate c : corresponding to an ideal standard or abstract concept <a perfect gentleman> d : faithfully reproducing the original; specifically : letter-perfect e : legally valid and 2. a : pure, total b : lacking in no essential detail : complete c : absolute, unequivocal <enjoys perfect happiness> d : of an extreme kind : unmitigated <an act of perfect foolishness> When I look at any and all of those definitions you know what I glean from them? HOW CAN WE CALL OURSELVES FLAWED How can we look at a body part of our own and call it wrong? Call it flawed? Call it anything less than perfect? This may come off as vanity, but no dearest', it is not. It is truth. And it is a truth we all need to absolutely let soak into our souls. For nothing is more freeing than to realize you have no standard to live up to. That you-- in the body you are in RIGHT NOW--are perfect, without flaw, and so worthy of letting yourself just be. So next time you feel yourself shaming a body part, thinking you are flawed in some way, or comparing yourself to a standard of beauty that has no right to be there...remember: YOU ARE PERFEECT. cheers, yours truly learning I am perfect.
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