When I was younger I was obsessed with perfection. I was obsessed with the idea of perfection, I was obsessed with seeming perfect to others, I was obsessed with people that seemed perfect.
This obsession came from a deep source inside myself; my own festering insecurities. To overcome my insecurities I had to realise one thing…
Perfect doesn’t exist. No one is perfect. You learn this when you grow up. Your parents aren’t perfect, your teachers aren’t perfect, the people you date aren’t perfect.
The crazy thing about perfection is that it’s incredibly subjective. What I think is “perfect” isn’t perfect to you, and vice versa. This is where society holds it’s power.
We need to embrace what makes us different. I think being different is beautiful, but I didn’t always. I wish I had the clarity and outlook on life back then as I do now. I would have spared myself so much heartache from beating myself down.
I challenge you, reading this to think about what you think perfect is, and then crush that idea. Think about what someone else thinks perfect is. Open your mind to that idea. Pass it on.
To someone else, you are perfect.