Perfectly Imperfect

perfectly imperfect
“Imperfection is beauty. Madness is genius. Its better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” Marilyn MonroeWhether rumpled sheets or a nicked banister, life is filled with imperfections…or “flaws.” With all sorts of odds and ends we strive for perfection.

How ironic. Because in reality, we are imperfect creatures.

The word “Imperfection” or even “flaw” both have a negative connotation. We think “bad”, “inadequate”, “not quite”. Not that we should necessarily strive to be imperfect, we should strive to be ourselves, disregarding the level of perfection we attain. Imperfections are bound to come…they can make you or break you.

Imperfections are what make us one of a kind. Exclusive. Unique.

I have always been more drawn to beauty that has a flaw. There is something that makes my heart settle in when something exquisite includes a dent or scratch. I’m not sure why. My guess is that imperfection is relatable. So much of what people think to be beautiful is an illusion. We use makeup, wit, forced charm, and a myriad of other tools attempting to be perfect human beings so that everybody will look up at us and say “wow!…just wow.” If anyone ever did reach “perfection” nobody would “oo and ah”…they would feel inferior and simply continue the cycle of feeling inadequate.

“I always find beauty in things that are odd and imperfect – they are much more interesting.” Marc Jacobs

Mistakes add interest. They add a point of view. Facets. Individuality. Ever seen someone with an interesting nose? Or a intriguing birthmark? That is what makes them themselves. It brands them as original.

Think of a child drawing. Instead of shoveling through a box of crayons they simply pick the first one that catches their eye. The child wraps the entirety of their dimpled palm around the waxy piece of color and moves their arm around the page with a jabbing motion. They feel. They don’t plan, they execute, they do. As a child grows up they begin to think before doing. Character and intrigue is lost. I wonder what the world would be like if everyone could remain a child creativily? I know that if we could hold on to our child selves we would have a world that was chock full of artists and creative thinkers.

But instead, we judge, we analyze and in the end become insecure and build forts around the areas of ourselves that make us…well us.  And why do we do this? I have no answer. There is no rational reason.

We need to begin to embrace our differences and let them define us as one-of-a-kind human beings. After all, why would you want to be like everyone else?  What a bore that would be.

paris
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