Linking up with Bianca from Bits of Bee this week for her new link-up called Quotable Bits. You should check it out.
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And now, for my quote and the post that was inspired by it.
I’m not a perfect girl. My hair doesn’t always stay in place. I spill a lot of things and I’m pretty clumsy. But when I think about it and take a step back, I remember how amazing my life truly is and that maybe I like being imperfect.
This quote resonates with me because as far back as I can remember, I have never felt like I was perfect nor did I ever try to be.
I’m pretty sure though that if we all think back to high school, we can claim to have known a “perfect girl” or what we thought was one. You know the one I’m talking about. The girl whose beautiful locks of hair always fell into place, her make-up flawless, her trendy clothes fitting her like a supermodel and her presence powerful enough to draw the attention of any room she entered. We’ve all known a girl or two like this in our lifetime.
Truth be told, that “perfect girl” we refer to wasn’t perfect at all. She may have appeared to be based on her looks and popularity but when it came down to it, she wasn’t any different than the rest of us.
She hurt when she was critized.
She passed gas and burped.
She struggled with her self image.
She had unrealistic goals and expectations for herself.
She had doubts and big dreams.
She experienced success and failure.
She was insecure.
Why is that we try so hard to be perfect?
If I’ve learned anything over the years it’s that beauty comes from within. If you don’t like yourself, feel good about yourself or are happy in your life, you’re never going to be happy with how you look on the outside.
Those who strive to be perfect are only setting themselves up for disappointment because there is …
No such thing as the perfect woman or man.
No such thing as the perfect relationship.
No such thing as the perfect spouse.
No such thing as the perfect house or family.
No such thing as the perfect parent.
No such thing as the perfect career.
No such thing as the perfect life.
Perfection is in the eye of the beholder.
One person’s inperfection is seen as perfection in the eye of another.
When I wake in the morning, eye make-up smudged and hair all crazy … hubby tells me I look beautiful. Strange to me. Not to him.
Interesting, isn’t it?
How do you see yourself?