What is the aesthetic definition of perfection? According to some, perfection is found in a person’s mannerisms? Their proficiency? Their appearance? If you are perfect on the inside are you perfect on the outside?
But is anyone really perfect? No one is. The word perfection has a different definition to everyone and everything limited and labelled by expectations and appreciations. They're always a little shorter than "perfection" or a little taller. Their hair colour isn't blonde enough or even black enough... Their eyes aren't big enough... Not skinny enough. People prefer to see imperfections and point them out over perfections.
Let me tell you something that I've had to learn the hard way; everyone has their own idea of perfect. There is not one general idea. If you achieve "perfection", which would be impossible, there will be yet someone else who says otherwise just because their belief is different.
So why are all of us trying so hard to be perfect? Every human being is different and needs to accept it and move on. But no, you all have you pick of each other and make remarks because you don't like the way someone looks or are insecure about your own looks.
My point? - My point is no one can truly be happy until they realize they're beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder most beholders don’t open there eyes.
This leads me into my story. My name is Georgia Rose, I've just turned 23 and I am the happiest woman on earth right now. I realized my flaws are my own and look where it got me. I married the man of my dreams, I have 3 beautiful children...and a great heap of friends...and I’ve decided to share my story...and hopefully you'll realize too, that you are beautiful.
"What's wrong with you? Are you fucking retarded?" A chorus of the twin evils of public-humiliation and laughter erupted throughout the room. I lay on the floor, looking up into her threatening blue eyes. She was contaminated evil, but had the appearance of innocence. She raised her fist again, smirking as she did so and suddenly, another shock of pain flashed through my cheek as her hand smashed into my face. "Answer me!" Tears started the swell up in my eyes. I kept my mouth shut, knowing if i said anything I'd get another hit...But even if i said nothing...I'd still get another hit. She was uncontrollable. I was weak against her force.
"Hey!" A deep voice called out as the door smashed open. Leah turned around, her blonde her flicking as she did so. I lifted my head slightly, flinching in pain, to see who was there. "What the hell are you doing?" Frank.
"She's corrupted." Leah snapped. "Fucking worthless piece of shit." - Another kick to my side. This time, instead of being silent, my body forced a screech of pain out of me. My hands flew to my side and clutched it tight, tears finally rolling down my cheek mixing in with the blood. The saltiness of the tears stung my wounds.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Frank yelled, pushing Leah onto one of the tables. "Georgia, are you okay?" I looked up to my best friend with watery eyes and slightly shook my head. With concern written all over him, he lent down and helped me up. His eyes wondered all over my body, then finally roaming around my face until he met my eyes.
"Come on...we're leaving." - With that, he grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the classroom.
"She deserves to die!" Leah yelled after us. My eyes glued themselves to the floor as Frank and I passed through the hall ways. I tried not to get noticed as always. In my mind, all i could do was iterate Leah’s words in my head. Over and over. I know Frank had told me never to listen to people like her and to let what they say go. But somehow i can't and it sits in my mind...On rerun.
When i looked up, I found myself in front of the library door. I looked over to Frank, who opened it and pulled me inside, closing it after him. We sat in our usual spot, in the corner where it was concealed by bookcases so no one could see us. He sat me down and pulled his own chair right in front of mine. His hand slowly reached up to my face and he placed it on my cheek. I winced. "Sorry...” he said in a gentle whisper.”Is it really as bad as it looks?" I nodded, letting yet another tear slide down my face. "No, no" He said, wiping my eyes. "Don't." I held my breath, trying so hard not to break down. Though, it seemed that crying was a talent of mine. Maybe even a hobby...
"I can't take it anymore Frank."
"You can Georgie, you have me, and you have Grace...We'll never leave you. You're strong." I shook my head.
"Not anymore I'm not." Suddenly, the bell rang, signalling the end of the day. It had startled me enough to make me jump. I had made no move to go home. What was there other than more problems? Nothing. I'd rather just go to Graces House or even Franks...the only two people i really believe care for me...
"Do you want to find Grace and go home?" Frank asked. I nodded, picking myself up and readjusting my bag. "Let's go...”
