Imperfectly Perfect (WR)

Imperfectly Perfect

my struggle with self-image is a never-ending losing battle, often times i feel insufficient. every picture taken of me seems to emphasize my flaws, my clef lip, my crooked nose, my acne. theres an always ringing voice in my head heckling me telling me I’m ugly, telling me to fix my nose, the remaining resonance of my middle school years, being the butt of every joke, every sly comment. comments that still haunt me to this day. but as I have gotten older I have realized that I’m imperfectly perfect, I’ve learned to embrace my flaws as these are things I cannot control, so it is foolish to dwell on them. I’ve come to the realization that I’m imperfectly perfect, that even though my nose may be crooked it’s perfect that way. I’ve come to realize that I’m imperfectly perfect, sure my face is covered in acne but that it is perfect that way. I’ve come to realize that comparison is the thief of joy and that the grass is always greener on the other side, if I was granted the wishes of these dream features I would still be wishing for more, wishing I was more attractive. this never-ending battle with self-image is remedied by my “perfection”. those comments that haunt me are beginning to be background noise in a tunnel filled with negativity and society’s ideals of masculinity, with me being able to push my way past and make it to the other side with space and daylight. the peace of mind and tranquility that come with being imperfectly perfect, knowing that no matter how you look there is always people who love you for who you are, able to look past your imperfections, I believe is the highlight of the human condition and is indicative of the pure natural state of humans, filled with love and companionship.

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