per⋅fect [adj., n. pur-fikt; v. per-fekt] : entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings
It deeply saddens me to look at this week’s People Magazine feature story. I’m not sure what is worse—the fact that a very pretty 23 year-old felt the need to have ten plastic surgeries in one day, or the fact that People Magazine thought it was front cover newsworthy.
The desire to be perfect is a dangerous obsession, but I’d be lying if I said I had never struggled with it myself. I think more so than the desire to actually BE perfect, I’ve struggled with the aspiration to appear perfect. Don’t we all from time to time? Sometimes it’s all too easy to get caught up in the desire to be perceived as someone who has the perfect life, the perfect job, or the perfect marriage.
But the truth is, we’re not perfect. Far from it, actually. Our bodies are imperfect, our jobs are disappointing, the friendships we thought would last forever dissolve, and sometimes our marriages don’t quite live up to the fairytales of our childhood dreams.
That’s life—full of imperfections.
And that’s ok.
Embrace it. Your bodily imperfections make you beautiful, just the way God intended you to be. The imperfections of your job will make you a stronger person. Your friendship imperfections will in turn, teach you how to be a better friend. And the imperfections of your marriage? Take those and turn them into lessons on how to love each other more completely.
There is beauty in imperfection—we just have to find it.