The cracks in perfection


I like to find corners. To find cracks. To go places other people don’t want to go. I find it interesting. The subtleties that make something unique. 

There was a time in my life where I sought out perfection. Where I would trade out a plate with the tiniest of nicks for one that was smooth and pristine. I wanted the perfection. I wanted the smoothness. 

I thought that if everything I had looked perfect, people would think I was perfect too.

But here’s the thing. I’m not perfect. No one is perfect. And often times the people that look the most perfect are the ones that have the most to hide. 

Beauty comes from imperfection. Beauty comes from hard work. Beauty comes to those who are open to life’s flaws.

Learning to embrace imperfection has helped me learn to love myself. It’s given me an appreciation for the experiences that I’ve had and compassion for the ways that I’ve learned to cope.

My own nicks and bruises are part of what make me who I am. They give me meaning and depth and vitality. 

And even though it’s hard for me to accept them all of the time - I find comfort in knowing that these are the subtleties that make me unique. 

The subtleties that make ‘me’ worth fighting for.

Getting up after a fall

I like being human