You are not born for being perfect.

So, it started from a day. When I was sitting with my friends and sisters doing discussions (actually girl’s
gossips) and then one of us uttered ‘I don’t like myself, I want to be like her’ and it turned into a
silence….for a couple of minutes none of us gave attention to her but then again she said ‘you are such a
perfect girl, everyone adore you’ and then I realized how deep it is, how crestfallen she is from herself
that she doesn’t want to be what she is.

Its pity, it is really pity but what and who? I didn’t understand. What makes them to feel a strong
indignation for themselves…. We? Or so called perfect bodies? Society? Or something which is beyond
all these things and I am gleeful that I got answer. It’s our thinking, it’s our desires or ardor of being
perfect or want perfect things or people in our lives. Things and humans both are different, things don’t
have any feelings or tenderness hence, humans possess a heart, emotions, fondness, tenderness, self-
esteem, so we can’t contrast humans with things. Things can be prefect but humans can’t because we all
have our own peculiarity and it’s okay to not be perfect. Who said that a ‘perfect person’ does exist! We
don’t have anybody as perfect. It’s just our imagination and ardor for perfection, or you can say its
hallucination. Yes, it’s a hallucination which makes us to think or see other person as a perfect because
in reality even he or she is not perfect.

It’s perfect to accept your flaws and scars. I have a scar on my leg its quite big around 12cm long and I
was afraid to wear short dress because I thought that what if someone will see my scar? What if they
will think it’s so repulsive? But then after a couple of years I realized I love my scar. I love it because it
tells how brawny I am. It shows from what I went through. It shows my intrepidity, my courage and so
many things about me. I started giving no shit about my pimples because I realized it’s on my body! So I
should love them as like scars it shows too that I am mature. The marks of those pimple makes me
realize that I passed a phase of my life and now I am in a new phase of my life. If I don’t feel ugly then
who are you? Who you are to make me feel ugly or uneasy. You! yes you don’t have any fucking right to
tell me all the time I have this and that my skin is black or it has scars or I am big or I have tyres. I love
who I am and this is who I am. If you want to look or observe, observe my soul. Look at the inner side of
myself, which is far beyond all these so called imperfections of body. Have you ever tried to see the
scars of my soul? Because I never unravel them, right? Just because you can see my body or I allowed
you to see it, it doesn’t mean you can start being judgmental.

You never know from what a person have went through and how he or she is standing in front of you
like an old saying ‘you can’t judge a book from its cover’. Everyone is running for being perfect, do what
you love, wear what you love, not what others do. It’s none of their business, if they want to love you
they will love you for what you are not for what they want you to become. That day I realized how much
burden a girl has for being perfect. Her in-laws wants a perfect cook a perfect house maid a perfect
daughter in law, same time her husband wants her to be perfect lady, in bed, perfect body posture,
perfect nails, hair color, beauty etcetcetcetcetc fuck them. Seriously fuck them, if they can’t accept you
of who you are they don’t deserve shit of you. It’s okay to make little changes or take care of yourself
but if things will start haunting you, if they started making you feel like you have to be so called perfect,
fuck them!

You are what you are and just love yourself for what you are. Because nobody else in this world is like
you. You are unique your scars, marks, your color, your little imperfections makes you unique and
different from others. So stop thinking about those moron things and start loving yourself. And even if
you can’t love yourself then don’t expect that other person will love you too, for being loved first you
have to love yourself. Don’t get disappointed don’t turn your beautiful day into a gloomy day hearing
what they are saying or want you to be.

Show them imperfection is the most beautiful thing of universe. And perfection is in being imperfect.

KNOW THE VALUE, OF KNOWING YOUR VALUE.