Perfection has absolutely nothing to do with physical attributes, other than the fact that whatever you’re born with is downright flawless.
Thus, striving for perfection, in the physical sense, is an unnecessary burden. It leads to stress and dumbass decisions like butchering your body via plastic surgery for the sole purpose of cosmetic vanity.
Incidentally, no amount of surgery will keep you looking young and pretty. If truth be told, altering your bone structure and getting injections to obtain the perfect look actually ages you tremendously. You cannot one-up Father Time. However, there’s something exquisitely beautiful, dazzling and elegant about a man or woman who accepts and adores his or her body; and ages gracefully without going under the knife.
“Your face is marked with lines of life, put there by love and laughter, suffering and tears. It’s beautiful.” ~Lynsay Sands
“Youth is a gift of nature, but age is a work of art.” ~Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
So, tell me, what makes you perfect?
Do you subscribe to someone else’s meaning or do you have your own? Does your meaning give you anxiety? Does it cause stress or depression? If so, then simply change your connotation of the word. You do not have to abide by anyone else’s definition!
Here’s my take.
My notion of perfection has an air of lightness and loveliness. For me, perfection and love are cut from the same cloth. And like love, perfection is a verb. It is a doing with a particular quality.
Loving myself entirely
A deep embrace
Playfulness and laughter
Knowing when to say, “no”
Knowing when to let go
Living my truth no matter who’s watching
Performing at my very best
So, unburden yourself with society’s standard of perfection and devise your own. You’ll enjoy life a whole lot better!