I am a recovered perfectionist. I use to take pride in my perfection as if this kept me ahead of the game. It provided me with the illusion of safety but the thing about perfection is it may appear good on the outside but inside it tears you apart.
Recently in the media there was talk about the leaked picture of Cindy Crawford supposedly the photo was non-retouched and inspired millions of people. What intrigued me about the story was the “millions” that were inspired. It leads me to wonder just how many perfection addicts are out there in the world struggling to recover and live at peace. It makes me question do we as a western culture embed perfection. Everywhere I turn there seems to be emphasis on flawlessness; with over 15 million people having cosmetic plastic surgery procedures performed; iconic entertainers singing songs that say “I wake up in the morning flawless”, even in academia there’s the pressure of being perfect. A Psychologist once said, “Perfectionism is an emotional draining mask and underneath you feel like imposters”. Being “authentically you” is not possible without having the boldness to go against the grain freeing yourself from the media, material things and surface images…freedom to be beautifully flawed.
The truth of the matter is we’re not perfect and we never will be. We are flawed creatures…it’s our flaws that make us unique…our beautiful flaws are what radiate the sun in our lives.