Embracing our insecurities and imperfections!

When I was in school, I was insecure about a lot of things. I used to have a lot of pimples. Well, I still have a lot of them. My hair never looked right. My uniform was never of the right shade. The skirt was one shade lighter and shirts were always an inch or two shorter. I was always an average student. I never really participated in any extracurricular activities and/or sports. I was just an insecure, completely normal teenage girl, giggling all the time.

At that point of time, I thought, I’d always be an insignificant, average, random girl in life. As I stand on my 27^th year of life, I look back at all my insecurities and wonder how and when it transformed into my strengths and when did I actually become so oblivious of my insecurities. Not that my pimples don’t bother me anymore! They do. They just don’t alter my life in anyway, anymore. With time and age, I have simply learnt to overcome my insecurities and accept my flaws and not be so harsh and mean on myself.

Sometimes we seek perfection and see it as an end result whereas I believe it is only the process. We can only seek and try to be perfect, we can never be one. The happiness and satisfaction of anything perfect is too short-lived. In time, we’ll want to improvise and do better. And that’s how it should be. We will see something wrong with what we had once defined as perfect. And that’s perfectly ok. Nothing. Nothing in this world is perfect.

The world is driven by unrealistic and unattainable sense of beauty and perfection.

 A perfect relationship. A perfect home. Flawless beauty. Perfect happiness.

The notion of perfection is different with time and person. Sometimes in the process of seeking perfection, we tend to become too harsh and judge ourselves. We make irrational comparisons of what we are and what we have with people and things that have their own insecurities and flaws that we don’t see.  

Sometimes I look at people pouting so prettily and wonder why I can’t pout right! Some people are always dressed so well and their nails are of the perfect shape, size and color. My nails are weird and oddly shaped! Everybody is wearing better shoes than I. My phone looks like the most outdated phone of all phones. My bag is always heavy. My scooter is argh....so dirty.

Just so many things that is wrong about me. But just so right.  Simply because people have different priorities. People are different and their idea of perfection is different. I tend to my nails once in a week and my scooter gets a wash once in three months. My idea of perfection is having everything organized in my bag, in my cupboard and my desk. Perfect for me is having everything written in an order in my diary.

People are different. We can respect, appreciate and acknowledge what others have and their idea of perfection. But to wish and to be like someone else would mean losing ourselves. We have to embrace our insecurities, our flaws and imperfections and work hard every day towards something better. 

We are perfect in our own little ways. 

Yes, we are.