I hate that word. Perfection. Why does it have to exist? It hurts me. Mentally and physically. That word's existence is why I don't understand when I'm enough. So many people tell me that I'm amazing and that I'm perfect, but all it takes to make me want to cry is one person pointing out something in my life that makes me feel un-perfect.
Why is the world like this?
Isn't it easy to see that everyone is absolutely perfect in their own way? That the imperfections that makeup you are perfect and unique as well? No one else in this world has the qualities that make you perfect, but no one also has the qualities that make you imperfect.
And that is perfect.
You are perfect in every way possible. Every breath you breathe is perfect. Because that breath is so you. No one else in the world breathes like you. And because of that, you are perfect.
No two people are the same. So why are we always comparing ourselves to people who are beyond our levels of achievement? Why do I care what millionaire is making somewhere across the world? They won't ever be able to write novels the way I do. I'm perfect. You can't change my mind.
Because of all the imperfections we have, we are perfect. Isn't that ironic.
What I'm trying to say is, stop thinking you aren't perfect because of one little thing in your life. The very existence of that imperfection is the reason why you are so unique and perfect. I'd rather fall in love with the imperfection of someone because no one has the imperfections that you have. Your imperfections make you perfect, so please don't listen to everyone who tells you that you are messed up.
Imperfections are beautiful. I love them. You should too.
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